Give Me a Rich Bumper

Let the sportsman go boast of the joys of the chace, And tell how their coursers kept Reynard in pace; How they leap'd o'er the mounds, o'er the fences and rocks: And joy'd at ingloriously killing a fox.

Give me a rich bumper of care killing wine, Of red rosy nectar that springs from the vine: To circle it freely doth friendship improve; And adds a fresh charm to the dimpels of love.

Let Grippus go boast of what money he's lent, At no less an in'trest than seventy per cent; Let the miser go boast of his coffers and bags Whose drink is cold water, whose clothing is rags. Give me, &c.

Let the deep politician exult in his scheme, And let the Misanthrop 'gainst mankind declaim; Let the tea table hero exult in his lies, And writers hunt fame 'till they write out their eyes. Give me, &c.

Let the great speculator amid his deep plans, Go boast of his purchase in Georgia lands; Let Whigs and let Tories maliciously grin: For the votries of folly are all of a kin. Give me &c.

Let coxcombs with lapdogs coeval dispute, Which with the fine ladies shall gain most repute; Let wits crack a joke at the fops as they pass: And would be tho't wise men, look grave as an ass. Give me a rich, &c.