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GOD LYÆUS, ever young
Ever honoured! ever sung!
Stained with blood of lusty grapes,
In a thousand lusty shapes,
Dance upon the mazer's brim!
In the crimson liquor swim!
From thy plenteous hand divine,
Let a river run with wine!

God of Youth! let, this day, here
Enter neither care; nor fear!

A DRINKING SONG.

DRINK, to-day; and drown all sorrow!
You shall, perhaps, not do it to-morrow!
Best, while you have it, use your breath!
There is 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 swill, boys! for our health!
Who drinks well, loves the common wealth!
And he that will to bed go sober,
Falls with the leaf still in October!

Go, happy heart! for thou shalt lie
Intombed in her; for whom I die!
Example of her cruelty!

Tell her, (if She chance to chide
Me for slowness, in her pride),
That it was for her, I died!

If a tear escape her eye;
'Tis not for my memory,
But thy rights of obsequy!

The Altar was my loving breast!
My heart, the sacrificèd Beast!
And I was myself the Priest!

Your body was the sacred Shrine !
Your cruel mind, the Power divine,

Pleased with the hearts of men; not kine!

CAST our caps and cares away! This is Beggars' Holiday!
At the crowning of our King, thus we ever dance and sing!
In the world, look out and see, Where so happy a Prince as he?
Where the nation live so free, and so merry, as do we?
Be it Peace, or be it War; here at liberty we are;
And enjoy our ease and rest! To the Field, we are not pressed!
Nor are called into the Town, to be troubled with the Gown!
'Hang all Offices!' we say, 'and the Magistrates too, by!'
When the Subsidy 's increased; we are not a penny cessed!
Nor will any go to law with the Beggar, for a straw!
All which happiness he brags, he doth owe unto his rags!

THOU, deity, swift-winged LOVE!
Sometimes below, sometimes above,
Little in shape; but great in power!
Thou, that makest a heart thy tower;

And thy loopholes Ladies'

eyes;

From whence, thou strik'st the fond and wise!

Did all the shafts in thy fair quiver

Stick fast in my ambitious liver;

Yet thy power would I adore !

And call upon thee, to shoot more!

Shoot more! Shoot more!

ARM! Arm! Arm! Arm! The scouts are all come in!
Keep your ranks close; and now your honours win!
Behold, from yonder hill the foe appears!
Bows, bills, glaives, arrows, shields, and spears!
Like a dark wood he comes, or tempest pouring!
O, view the Wings of Horse, the meadows scouring!
The Vanguard marches bravely! Hark, the drums!

Dub! dub! dub! dub! dub! dub!

They meet! They meet! Now the Battle comes!

See how the arrows fly,

That darken all the sky!

Hark, how the trumpets sound!

Tara! tara! tara!

Hark, how the hills rebound!

Hark, how the horses charge! In, boys! In, boys, in!

Tara! tara! tara!

The Battle totters! Now the wounds begin!

O, how they cry!

O, how they die!

Room for the valiant MEMNON, armed with thunder!
See, how he breaks the ranks asunder!
They fly! They fly! EUMENES has the chase!
And brave POLYBIUS makes good his place!
To the plains, to the woods,

To the rocks, to the floods,

They fly for succour! Follow! Follow! Follow! 'Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!' Hark, how the soldiers hollo!

Brave DIOCLES is dead;

And all his soldiers fled!
The battle 's won, and lost;
That many a life hath cost.

HENCE, all you vain Delights!
As short as are the nights.

Wherein you spend your folly!
There's nought in this life sweet
(If Man were wise to see 't!)
But only Melancholy!

O, sweetest Melancholy!

Welcome, folded arms and fixèd eyes!
A sigh that piercing, mortifies!

A look that 's fastened to the ground!
A tongue chained up, without a sound!

Fountain-heads and pathless groves, Places which pale Passion loves; Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls; A midnight bell; a parting groan. These are the sounds we feed upon! Then, stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley! Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely Melancholy! [See Doctor STRODE's Answer at page 239.]

ADIEU, fond Love! Farewell, you wanton Powers! I am free again!

Thou dull disease of blood and idle hours!

Bewitching pain!

Fly to the fools, that sigh away their time!
My nobler love, to Heaven climb[s]!

And there beholds Beauty still young;

That Time can ne'er corrupt, nor Death destroy! Immortal sweetness, by fair Angels sung;

And honoured by Eternity and Joy!

There, lives my love! Thither, my hopes aspire! Fond Love declines! This Heavenly Love grows

higher!