GLEE. (What if my pleasures fools condemn)

What if my pleasures fools condemn, Because I am not dull like them, Because no minute I let pass, Unmark'd by a convivial glass?

Or else, return'd from strife and noise, I tempt the fair to softer joys; A mortal with a soul divine, Alternate crown'd with love and wine.

These shall on earth my being share, And when I'm gone, if in my heir My spirit live, let him not mourn, But see emboss'd upon my urn

Bacchus and Venus in a wreath, With this inscription underneath: " This mortal had a soul divine, " Alternate crown'd with love and wine."