'Tis Wine that clears, &c

'Tis wine that clears the understanding, Makes men learned without books; It sits the general for commanding, And gives soldiers fiercer looks.

'Tis wine that gives a life to lovers, Heightens beauties of the fair: Truth from falsehood it discovers, Quickens joys, and conquers care, Wine will set our souls on fire, Fit us for all glorious things; When rais'd by Bacchus, we aspire, At flights above the reach of kings.

Bring in bonum magnums plenty, Be each glass a bumper crown'd; None to flinch, till they be empty, And full fifty toasts gone round.