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A Tankard of Ale
By John Fletcher (1579-1625)
Drink to-day and drown all sorrow, You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow : Best, while you have it, use your breath ; There'll be no drinking after death.
Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit, There is no cure 'gainst age but it : It helps the headache, cough and tisic, And is for all diseases physic.
Then let us smile, boys, for our health ; Who drinks well, loves the commonwealth; And he that will to bed go sober, Falls with the leaf still in October.
By Sir John Suckling (1609-1642)
Come, let the State stay,
And drink away, There is no business above it:
It warms the cold brain,
Makes us speak in high strain, He's a fool that does not approve it.
1 From the " Bloody Brothers, or Rollo, Duke of Normandy."
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