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He that will not merry, merry be, With his sweetheart by his side, Let him be laid in the cold churchyard With a headstone for his bride. Let him be merry, merry there,
While we're all merry, merry here For who can know where he shall go To be merry another year ?
HERMIT HOAR, IN SOLEMN CELL
By Samuel Johnson (1709-1784)
" Hermit hoar, in solemn cell,
Wearing out life's evening gray, Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell, What is bliss, and which the way ? "
Thus I spoke and speaking sighed, Scarce repressed the starting tear ;
When the willing sage replied—
11 Come, my lad; and drink some beer ! "
WITH AN HONEST OLD FRIEND
By Henry Carey (d. 1743)
With an honest old friend and a merry old song, And a flask of old port let me sit the night long, And laugh at the malice of those who repine That they must drink porter whilst I can drink wine.
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