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 ( 4 ) You would have laugh’d tc fee the drefs, Which he was in ; yet nc’erthelcfs, He homeward rid, and often fwore, He'd never kifs a beggar more.Fa, &c.

THE PRAISES OF WINE. LET a fet of fober affes rail againft the joys of drinking, While water, tea, and milk agree, to fet cold brains a-thinking: Pow'r and wealth, beauty, health, Wit and mirth in wine are crown’d ; Joys abouad pleafure’s found. Only where the glafs goes round.

The ancient fects on happinefs, all differ'd in opinion; But wifer rules of modern fchools, in wine fix their dominion

Wine gives the lover vigour. makes glow the cheeks of beauty, Makes, poets write, and foldiers fight, and friendfhip do its duty.

Wine was the only Helicon, whence poets are long liv’d fo; I was no other main than brifk champain whence Venus was deriv’d too.

When heaven in Pandora’s box, all kinds of ill had fent us, In a merry mood, a bottle of good. was cork’d up to content us.