Squire Norton'S Song

That very wise head, old AEsop, said, The bow should be sometimes loose; Keep it tight for ever, the string you sever:-- Let's turn his old moral to use. The world forget, and let us yet, The glass our spirits buoying, Revel to-night in those moments bright Which make life worth enjoying. The cares of the day, old moralists say, Are quite enough to perplex one; Then drive to-day's sorrow away till to-morrow, And then put it off till the next one. Chorus--The cares of the day, etc.

Some plodding old crones, the heartless drones! Appeal to my cool reflection, And ask me whether such nights can ever Charm sober recollection. Yes, yes! I cry, I'll grieve and die, When those I love forsake me; But while friends so dear surround me here, Let Care, if he can, o'ertake me. Chorus--The cares of the day, etc.