THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 98

Rail no more, ye learned asses, 'Gainst the joys the bowl supplies; Sound its depth, and fill your glasses, Wisdom at the bottom lies: Fill'em higher still, and higher, Shallow draughts perplex the brain; Sipping quenches all our fire, Bumpers light it up again.

Draw the scene for wit and pleasure, Enter jollity and joy: We for thinking have no leisure, Manly mirth is our employ: Since in life there's nothing certain, We'll the present hour engage; And, when death shall drop the curtain, With applause we'll quit the stage.