[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]
HOW happy are we,
Who from thinking are free,
That curbing disease of the mind,
Can indulge every taste,
Love where we like best,
Not by dull reputation confin’d,
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When we are young, fit to toy,
Gay delights we enjoy,
And have crowds of new lovers still wooing;
When we’re old and decay’d,
We procure for the trade,
Srill in every age we are doing.
–
If a cully we meet,
We spend what we get
Every day, for the next never think;
When we die, where we go
We have no sense to know,
For a bawd always dies in her drink.
