English poem
To his Companion at Sea
by Aquila Rose
Debarr'd, my Friend, of all the Joys The Land, and charming Sex can give, Nor Wind, nor Wave, our Peace destroys; We'll laugh, and drink, and nobly live.
The gen'rous Wine imparts a Heat To raise and quicken every Sense. No Thoughts of Death our Bliss defeat, Nor steal away our Innocence.
Secure, should Earth in Ruins lie, Should Seas and Skies in Rage combine; Unmov'd, all Dangers we'll defie, And feast our Souls with gen'rous Wine.
For, should a Fear each Sense possess, Of chilly Death and endless Fate, Our Sorrow ne'er can make it less; But Wine alone can dissipate.
Then fill the Glass; nay, fill a Bowl, And fill it up with sparkling Wine; It shall the strongest Grief controul, And make soft Wit with Pleasure join.
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