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Cast Away Care
Knowing full well the sprite of me, Nourished by all my body's boon,
Is great and generous company
For pale ghosts shiv'ring 'neath the moon. |
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CAST AWAY CARE1
By Thomas Dekker (1570?-1641 ?)
Cast away care ; he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow; Money is trash ; and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily. Fortune will send it.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, oh, ho !
Play it off stiffly, we may not part so.
Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too, Cowards it will harm, if the wine be good too ; Quickens the wit, and makes the back able ; Scorn to submit to the watch or constable. Merrily, merrily, etc.
Pots fly about, give us more liquor, Brothers of a rout, our brains will flow quicker ; Empty the cask ; score it up we care not, Fill up the pots again, and drink on and spare not. Merrily, merrily, etc.
1 From " The Sun's Darling," by Ford and Dckker, 1623
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