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 ES, you are mighty wise, I warrant, mighty wise!
 * With all your godly tricks and artifice,

Who think to chouse me of my dear and pleasant vice.
 * Hence, holy sham! in vain your fruitless toil;
 * Go, and some inexperienced fop beguile,
 * To some raw entering sinner cant and whine,

Who never knew the worth of drunkenness and wine.
 * I've tried, and proved, and found it all divine:
 * It is resolved, I will drink on, and die,
 * I'll not one minute lose, not I,
 * To hear your troublesome divinity:

Fill me a top-full glass, I'll drink it on the knee, Confusion to the next that spoils good company!