When Gen'rous Wine

When gen'rous wine expands the soul, How pleasure hovers round the bowl, Avaunt, avaunt ye cares of fancy's crew, And give the guilty wretch his due; Avaunt ye cares of fancy's crew. And give the guilty wretch his due, &c. &c.

But let the juice of sparkling wine, My grosser sense to love refine; As Jove his nectar drinks above, I'll quaff whole goblets full of love. I'll quaff, &c.

Then why should I at life repine, Bring me Venus, bring me wine, Fill the ever flowing bowl, In circles gay and pleasures roll;

Ever open, ever free, Hail thou friend to jolity, My brows with Bacchus chaplets crown'd, I live to love, my cares are drown'd.