[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
LET soldiers fight for prey or praise,
And money be the miser’s wish,
Poor scholars study all their days,
And gluttons glory in their dish:
‘Tis wine, pure wine revives sad souls;
Therefore fill us the chearing bowls.
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Let minions marshal every hair,
And in a lover’s lock delight,
And artificial colours wear;
Pure wine is native red and white:
‘Tis wine, &c.
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The backward spirit it makes brave,
That lively which before was dull;
Opens the heart that loves to save,
And kindness flows from cups brim-full:
‘Tis wine, &c.
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Some men want youth, and others health,
Some want a wife, and some a punk,
Some men want wit, and others wealth;
But they want nothing that are drunk:
‘Tis wine, pure wine revives sad souls;
Therefore give us the chearing bowls.
