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What Joy to trace the blooming Lafs
Thro* daikfome Grotto's with Mofs o'ergrown,
Tony ton, &c.
What Harmony can ours furpafs,
When joining Chorus with Dove-like Moan ?
TotJ) toffj &c»
In various Sports the Day thus fpent,
Fatigu'd with Pleafures when ^!ight comes on,
Ton, totjy &c.
Our Limbs tho' tir'd, our Hearts cnntetst>
With W ine legalirg, all Cares we drown.
Ton, ton, &c.
SONG XL. Com^ lefs, &c.
COME let's drink, the time invites.
Winter and cold Weather,
For to pafs away long Night?,
And to keep good Wits together ;
Better far than Cards or Dice,
Or Ifaac^s Ball, that quaint Device
Made up with Fan and Feaiher.
Of grand A8:ions on the Sess,
We will ne*ef be jealous,
Give us L'quor that will plesfe.
And will make ushravcr fcliows
Than the bold Vemtian Fleet,
When the Turks and they do meet.
Within the Vardanelloes.
Mahomet was no Divine,
But a fenfelefs Widgeon,
To forbid the Ufe of Wine
Unto thofe of his Religion ;
Falling-ficknefs was his fhame,
And his Throne fliall have the blame,
For ail his whifp'ring Pigeon,