Old man's wish/The Toper's Advice

THE TOPER’S ADVICE.

Banish sorrow, grief’s a folly,
care unbend thy wrinkled bow,
Hence dull care and melancholy,
wine and wit invites us now,
Bacchus sends us all his treasure,
Momus sends us jest and song,
Eollow, follow, follow, follow, follow pleasure,
let us join the jocund throng.

Youth soon flies, tis but a season,
time is ever on the wing;
Then let's the present moment seize on,
none knows what the next may bring:
Thus let’s be joyus while time we measure,
other’s wisdom we despise,
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow pleasure,
to be merry’s to be wise.

Why should then vain care perplex us?
why should we not merry be?
While we're here, there's naught to vex us,
drinking sets our cares all free.
Then let’s have drinking without measure,
let’s have drink while time we have,
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow pleasure
there’s no drinking in the grave.

FINIS.