SONG in LETHE

Come mortals, come, come follow me, Come follow, follow, follow me, To mirth, and joy, and jollity; Hark, hark, the call, come, come and drink, And leave your cares by Lethe's brink.

Away then come, come, come away, And life shall hence be holiday; Nor jealous fears, nor strife, nor pain, Shall vex the jovial heart again.

To Lethe's brink then follow all, Then follow, follow, follow all, 'Tis pleasure courts, obey the call; And mirth, and jollity, and joy, Shall every future hour employ.

Away then come, come, come away, And life shall hence be holiday; Nor jealous fears, nor strife, nor pain, Shall vex the jovial heart again.