Song XLIV. Here Goes

Come care-curing Mirth From Wit's bower forth, Bring Humour, your brother, along, Hospitality's here, And Harmony near, To chorus droll Sentiment's song.

In Comedy trim, Joke, Gesture, and Whim, With Trios will keep up the ball; By order of Taste We open the feast Of Friendship in Liberty-hall.

Who'll President be? Unanimity, see He's order'd to sit as our host; My Lord Common Sense, With pains and expence, Introduc'd him to give out the toast.

Tho' Scandal we hate, Only Good we hold great, Nor any for Title's-sake praise; Unworthy's that name, No Merit can claim, But what Genealogies raise.

In this Anno Dom. we Wou'd Felicity see, I'll demonstrate how easy we cou'd: Change fault-finding elves To mending ourselves, Then things might soon be as they shou'd.

Some Wives read their mates Curtain-Lecture debates, And wonder they're not understood; The Husband's perplex'd, And the Lady is vex'd, 'Cause every thing's not as it shou'd.

If Pension, or Place, Is the gift of His Grace, Refusal wou'd be over-nice, Plumb-pudding on board, And press'd by my Lord, Who wou'd not come in for a slice?

Corruption's the cry, Opposition runs high, Yet who can help laughing to see, Tho' Faction's so big Ambo Tory and Whig, In one part both Parties agree.

For the Kingdom of Man, Division's the plan. By the laws of the Cyprian Court, The Ladies must yield, When our Standard we weild, And what we advance they support.

For a Bumper I call,— Here's the Sov'reign of All, The Spring from which all honour flows, From thence we all came, So we go to that same, Here's to it, and to it, Here goes.