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To Live Merrily, and to Trust to Good Verses
A BACCHANAL1
(Duet)
Bacchus, God of mortal pleasure, Ever give me of thy treasure. How I long for t' other quart,
Ring and call the drowsy waiter
Hither since it is no later, Why should good companions part.
Whip a shilling he that's willing,
Follow this example round. If you'd wear a lib'ral spirit, Put about the generous claret, After death's no smiling found. |
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TO LIVE MERRILY, AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES
By Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
Now is the time for mirth, Nor cheek or tongue be dumb :
For with the flowery earth, The golden pomp is come.
1 I found this song (which is set to music by Handel) in untitled volume of songs of the British Museum.
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