BANISH SORROW, &c

Banish sorrow, grief and folly, Thoughts unbend the wrinkling brow; Hence full cares and melancholy, Wine and birth unite us now. Bacchus opens all his treasure, Comus brings us wit and song; Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow pleasure, And let's join the jovial song.

Life is short, 'tis but a season; Time is ever on the wing; Let's th' present moment seize on, Who knows what the rest may bring? All my time I now will measure, All worldly cares I now despise, Follow, follow, follow, follow pleasure, To be happy's to be wise.

Wherefore should we thus perplex us, Why should we not merry be; Since there's nothing here to vex us; Drinking sets our hearts all free. Let's have drinking without measure, Let's have mirth, what time we have; Follow, follow, follow, follow pleasure, There's no drinking in the grave.