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Pleasant and Diver live. 301
No Man leave his post by stealth,
Plunder the Grand Visier's wealth,
But drink a Helmet full to th' Health,
Of the second Alexander.
Mahomet was a sober dog,
A Small-beer, drowzy, senseless Rogue,
The juice of the Grape so much in vogue,
To forbid to those adore him ;
Had he but allow'd the Vine,
Given 'em leave to carouse in Wine,
The Turk had safely past the Rhine,
And conquer'd all before him.
With dull Tea they fought in vain,
Hopeless Vict'ry to obtain,
Where sprightly Wine fills ev'ry Vein ;
Success must needs attend him ;
Our Brains (like our Cannons) warm,
With often firing feels no harm,
While the Sober sot flies the alarm,
No Laurel can befriend him.
Christians thus with conquest crown'd :
Conquest with the Glass goes round,
Weak Coffee can't keep its ground,"
Against the force of Claret :
Whilst we give them thus the Foil,
And the Pagan Troops recoyl,
The Valiant Poles divide the spoil,
And in brisk Nectar share it.
Infidels are now o'ercome,
But the most Christian Turk's at home,
Watching the fate of Christendom,
But all his hopes are shallow ;
Since the Poles have led the Dance,
Let English Ccesar now advance,
And if he sends a Fleet to France,
He's a Wig that will not follow.
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