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Prithee Fill Me my Glass
Let Lilly go tell ye of thunders and wonders,
And astrologers all divine ; Let Booker be a looker in our natures and features,
He'll find nothing but claret in mine ! Then let full bowls, full bottles and bowls be hurled,
That our jollity may be completer : Fpr man, tho' he be but a very little world,
Must be drowned as well as the greater. |
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PRITHEE FILL ME MY GLASS 1
By William Congreve (1670-1729)
Prithee fill me my glass,
Till it laugh in my face, With ale that is potent and mellow;
He that whines for a lass,
Is an ignorant ass, For a bumper has not its fellow.
We'll drink, and we'll never ha' done, boys,
Put the glass then around with the sun, boys. Let Apollo's example invite us ;
For he's drunk every night,
And that makes him so bright, That he's able next morning to light us.
To drink is a Christian diversion Unknown to the Turk or the Persian :
Let Mahometan fools,
Live by heathenish rules,
1 From " The Way of the World." D 49 |
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