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 Thus shall our healths do others good, Whilst we ourselves do all we would; For freed from envy and from care, What would we be? but what we are.

'Tis the plump grape's immortal juice That does this happiness produce; And will preserve us free together, Maugre mischance or wind and weather.

Then let Old WINTER take his course, And roar abroad till he be hoarse; And his lungs crack with ruthless ire; It shall but serve to blow our fire.

Let him our little castle ply With all his loud artillery: Whilst Sack and Claret man the fort, His fury shall become our sport.