The Rationals

The viands clear'd, let nought be heard, But jollity and fun, And while we sit, let's call in wit, She'll treat us with a pun. Good wine you know, makes wit to flow, Along in full career; But let your wit, be always fit, To meet a sage's ear; For shou'd you dash your thoughts with trash, Or smuttily besmear, We'll make you drink, twice to the brink, To wash your senses clear. Your lasses toast, but make no boast, Lest envy shou'd appear, Some wag, that's by, perhaps may try, Her blazon'd charms to share; They are not wise, who riches prize, And tell where they are laid; And he's the same, that boasts the fame, Of his betrothed maid. Then let's be blithe, lest with his scythe, Old Time, upon his stumps, Shou'd come and see, we wanted glee, And take us in the dumps.