SONG LXXXII. POWER of WINE

With Roses and with Myrt'es crown'd, I Truimph; let the Glass go round. Jovial Bacchus, ever gay, Come, and crown the happy Day; From my Breast drive every Care; Banish Sorrow and Despair: Let social Mirth, and decent Joy, This delightful Hour employ.

Haste, attend us, Wit refin'd, Thou sweet Enlivener of the Mind! And while the copious Bumper's crown'd, Bid the free jovial Laugn go round.

Come, Good-nature, show thy Face With open Smiles and sweetest Grace; For ever gay: come, lovely Youth! With honest Freedom, candid Truth; Come; for without thee Mirth's a Pain; And Wit without thee flows in vain: Chase Melancholy far away; Bid all be chearful, Sweet, and Gay.

See the fragrant Rosy Wine Purpled deep with Charms divine; Shewing, though the crystal Glass, The Beauties of my lovely Lass.

For Chloe be the Bumper crown'd, While Love and Friendship bear it round. Her let every Muse declare, Gentle, modest, good and fair.

By Wine the Miser generous grows; By Wine the Poet's Breast o'erflows; Wine fires the Warrior's Soul with Rage, Wine gives the Bloom of Youth to Age. Bright Wine can make the Coward bold; Wine fills the Heart with Joys untold; Wine can tame the Fierce and Wild; Wine can make the Savage mild; On us each social Joy bestows, And kindly softens all our Woes.

Then let's be Happy while we may, Despising Care, forgetting Sorrow; Enjoy the pleasures of to-day, Nor fear what Ills may come to-morrow.