Why should the friends of young Cupid

Why should the friends of young Cupid, Pining, whining and sighing, Consider each mortal as stupid, Who's not for some mistress dying? Since the journey of life's on a rough road tho' wide, Pray let each man in quiet his hobby horse ride, Our own course regarding, not cens'ring a brother, Or seeking to justle or cross one another.

Why should we gay sons of Bacchus Laughing, singing and drinking, Tho' dull care can ne'er attack us, Deny there's pleasure in thinking? Since the journey of life's, &c.

The hero delights in a battle, Firing, wounding and killing, We had rather hear glasses rattle, And wine for blood be spilling: since the journey of life's, &c.

Blaming others is a folly, Loving, fighting, or mellow, For the grave, the valiant, the jolly, May each be a worthy fellow! Since the journey of life's, &c.