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 :Since life’s but a bubble, what bubblers are they, Who trifle and bubble their moments away, Our business is pleasure, in pleasure we roll. And divide all our hours ’twixt the fair & bowl;
 * Then here goes my boy,
 * Such charms near can cloy.

For love is the topmast, the high top of joy.


 * Can kings, after toils or the tumults of state,

Thus boldly defy all the cares of the great? Can they thus enjoy the few moments they live, Or relish the innocent freedom they give?
 * ’Tis out of their scope,
 * Whilst cares interlope,

For liquor and love are our anchors of hope.