Glen Collection of printed music > Printed music > Wit and mirth, or, Pills to purge melancholy > Volume 4

1 68 Songs Compleat,
Whilst some with Brandy burn
Their Guts with drinking,
Philosophers do turn
Their Heads with thinking ;
He who is such a one,
As studies for the Stone,
Till's Brain and his Money's gone,
Prepares for Bedlam.
That Churl who Gold hath won,
And dares not use it,
But hath a squandring Son
Doth Game and lose it :
His Brain doth greatly err,
He that with Water clear
Would fill a Colander,
Must do't in Bedlam.
He that with an Estate
Weds a poor Beauty,
Who to Disdain and Hate,
Turns Love and Duty ;
It doth his Reason daunt
He has a Bargain on't,
Whose then the Elephant,
And's fit for Bedlam.
I could tell many more;
(I have enroll'd 'em)
Sould I declare my store,
As I have told 'em ;
With Mortar, Brick and Stone,
Could they their Building run
From thence to Islifigton,
'Twould never hold 'em.
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