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In order rang'd succeeded, Healths that ting'd
The Dulcet Wine with a more charming Gust.
Now each the Mistress by whose scorching Eyes
Fir'd, tosts Cosmelia Fair, or Dulcibella,
Or Sylvia Comely Black with jetty Eyes
Piercing, or Airy Celia sprightly Maid.
Insensibly thus flow Unumber'd Hours;
Glass succeeds Glass, till the Dircean God
Shines in our Eyes, and with his Fulgent Rays
Enlightens our glad Looks with lovely Die;
All Blithe and Jolly that like Arthur's Knights
Of Rotund Table, Fam'd in Pristrin Records,
Now most we seem'd, such is the Power of Wine.
Thus we the winged Hours in harmless Mirth,
And Joys Unsully'd pass, till Humid Night
Has half her Race perform'd, now all abroad
Is hush'd and silent, nor the Rumbling Noise
Of Coach or Cart, or smoaky Link-Boys call
Is heard; but Universal Silence Reigns:
When we in Merry Plight, Airy and Gay,
Surpriz'd to find the Hours so swiftly flie,
With hasty knock, or Twang of Pendant Cord
Alarm the Drowsy Youth from slumb'ring Nod;
Startled he flies, and stumbles o're the Stairs
Erroneous, and with busie Knuckles plies
His
