Brennoralt

She's pretty to walk with,And witty to talk with,And pleasant too to think on:15But the best use of allIs, her health is a stale,And helps us to make us drink on.

Bright star o' th' lower orb, twinkling inviter,30Which draw'st as well as eyes, but sett'st men righter:For who at thee begins, comes to the placeSooner than he that sets out at the face:Eyes are seducing lights, that the good women know,And hang out these a nearer way to show.35

That box, fair mistress, which thou gavest to me,In human guess is like to cost me three,Three cups of wine and verses six:50The wine will down; but verse for rhyme still sticks:By which you all may easily, gentles, know,I am a better drinker than a Po———

A hall, a hall55To welcome our friend!For some liquor call;A new or fresh faceMust not alter our pace,But make us still drink the quicker:60Wine, wine! O 'tis divine!Come, fill it unto our brother:What's at the tongue's end,It forth does send,And will not a syllable smother.Then65It unlocks the breast,And throws out the rest,And learns us to know each other.Wine! wine!

Come, let the State stay,100And 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.105The Macedon youthLeft behind him this truth,That nothing is done with much thinking:He drank and he fought,Till he had what he sought;110The world was his own by good drinking.[Exeunt

This moiety war,Twilight,Neither night nor day:Pox upon it!A storm is worth a thousand50Of your calm;There's more variety in it.[Exeunt