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Never let a mistress pain you,
Tho’ she meets you with a frown;
Fly to wine, 'twill soon unchain you,
Cheer thy heart, and all smart
In a sweet oblivion drown.
If love's fiercer flames should seize you,
To some gentle maid repair;
She'll with soft endearments cafe you;
On her breast lull'd to rest,
Eas'd of love, and free from care.
Friendship, love, and wine united,
From all ills defend the mind;
By then guarded and delighted;
Happy stare, smile at fare,
And give sorrows to the wind.
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A JORUM OF THIS.
YE tippling fouls, as ye pass by,
Step in and taste, I know you're dry,
And when you've done, don't take't amiss,
To pawn your shirt for a jug of this.
Now gentlemen before you call,
I can neither write on board nor wall,
For the meaning of my song is this,
I can't trust you a quart of this.
It's you that have got half a crown,
Are kindly welcome to sit down,
And if you have got your money flush,
You may prime your nose o'er a jug of this.
