Humours of Gravel-Lane, or, The cobler's daughter's wedding/A Smiling Full Bowl

A SMILING FULL BOWL.

WIll you credit a Miſer, ’tis gold makes us wiſe,
The bliſs of his life, the joy of his eyes:
And aſk a fond lever, where wiſdom he places,
To be ſure in his miſtreſs her charms her graces;
But let the free lad ſpeak the joy of his ſoul,
T’is a ſparkling Glaſs, and a ſmiling full Bowl.

The Miſer is wretched, unhappy and poor;
He ſuffers great want in the midſt of his ſtore:
The lover’s diſconſolate,-mopiſh, and fad,
Fortbat which when gain’d will ſoon make him mad,
The Miſer's a Fool, and the Lover's an Aſs,
And be only’s Wiſe, who adores the full Glaſs.

Let the Miſer then hug up his ill gotten Pelf,
And to feed empty bags, he may ſtarve his ownſelf,
Let the Lover ſtill languiſh ’twixt hope & deſpair,
And doat on a face as inconſtant as fair
But ſtill may his bliſs be as great as his ſoul,
Who pays no devoir but to Wine and the Bowl.


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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