Sack doth make the Spirit bold,
'Tis like the Mufes Nectar.
Some that filent Tongues did hold,
Now can speak a learned Lecture;
By the flowing of the Tub,
They can break Alcides' Club,
And take the Crown from Hector.
We never covet to be rich
With Commerce, or with Trading;
Nor have we a zealous Itch,
Tho' quondam Means are fading:
But our Veffels and our Store,
And Wits are how to get at more
Good Sack, and that's our Lading.
We that drink good Sack in Plate,
To make us blithe and jolly,
Never plot against the State,
To be punish'd for fuch Folly;
But the merry Glafs and Pipe,
Makes our Senfes quick and ripe,
And expels Melancholly.
See the Squibs, and hear the Bells,
The Fifth Day of November,
The Preacher a fad Story tells,
And with Horror doth remember,
How fome dry-brain'd Traitors wrought,
Plots, that would to Ruin brought
Both King, and every Member.
We that drink have no fuch Thoughts,
Blind and void of Reason,
We take Care to fill our Vaults,
With good Wine at ev'ry Seafon,
And with many a chearful Cup
We blow one another up,
And that's our only Treafon.
SONG XLVII. Hold, bold, &c.
OLD, hold thy Nofe to the Pot, Tom, Tom,
And hold thy Nofe to the Pot, Tom, Tom,
'Tis thy Pot, and my Pot,
And my Pot, and thy Pot,
Sing hold thy Nofe to the Pot Tom, Tom
'Tis Malt will cure the Maw, Tom,
And heal thy Diftempels in Autumn
Felix quem facient,
I prithee be patient,
Aliena pericula cautum.
Then hold thy Nose to the Pot Tom, Tom, Hold, hold thy Nofe to the Pot Tom, Tom There's neither Parfon nor Vicar,
But will tofs off his Liquor, Sing hold thy Nofe to the Pot Tom, Tom. SONG XLVIII. I'll never b drunk again.
Hen this old Cap was new,
'Tis fince two hundred Year,
No Malice then we knew,
But all Things plenty were:
All Friendship now decays,
(Believe me, this is true)
Which was not in those Days,
When this old Cap was new.
The Nobles of our Land
Were much delighted then,
To have at their Command
A Crew of lufty Men,
Which by their Coats were known
Of Tawney, Red, or Blue,
With Crefts on their Sleeves fhown,
When this old Cap was newy.
Now Pride hath banish'd all,
Unto our Land's Reproach,
When he whose Means is small,
Maintains both Horfe and Coach;
Instead of an hundred Men,
The Coach allows but two This was not thought on then, When this old Cap was newy!
Good Hofpitality,
Was cherish'd then of many:
Now poor Men ftarve and die,
And are not help'd by any;
For Charity waxeth cold,
And Love is found in few!
This was not in Time of old,
When this old Cap was new.
Wherever you travell'd then,
You might meet on the Way,
Brave Knights and Gentlemen,
Clad in their Country Gray,
That courteous would appear,
And kindly welcome you :
No Puritans then were,
When this old Cap ras new.
Our Ladies in those Days
In civil Habit went,
Broad-cloth was then worth Praife,
And gave the best Content :
French Fashions then were fcorn'd,
Fond Fangles then none knew,
Then Modefty Woman adorn'd,
When this old Cap was new.
A Man might then behold,
At Christmas, in each Hall,
Good Fires to curb the Cold,
And Meat for Great and Small:
The Neighbours were friendly bidden,
And all had Welcome true,
The Poor from the Gates were not chidden,
When this old Cap was new.
Black Jacks to every Man
Were fill'd with Wine and Beer,
No Pewter Pot nor Can
In those Days did appear:
Good Cheer in a Nobleman's Houfe
Was counted a feemly fhew,
We wanted no Brawn nor Soufe,
When this old Cap was nere.
We took not fuch Delight
In Cups of Silver fine,
None under the Degree of a Knight,
In Plate drunk Beer or Wine:
Now each mechanical Man
Hath a Cup-board of Plate for a Shew,
Which was a rare Thing then,
When this old Cap was new.
Then Bribery was unborn,
No Simony Men did use,
Chriftians did Ufury scorn,
Devis'd among the Jews,
The Lawyers to be fee'd,
At that Time hardly knew,
For Man with Man agreed,
When this old Cap was new.
No Captain then carous'd,
Nor fpent poor Soldiers Pay,
They were not fo abus'd,
As they are at this Day;
Of feven Days they make eight,
To keep them from their Due
Poor Soldiers had their Right,
When this old Cap was new.
Which made them forward fill
To go, altho' not preft:
And going with good Will,
Their Fortunes were the best
Our English then in Fight
Did foreign Foes fubdue,
And forc'd them all to Flight,
When this old Cap was new.
God fave our gracious King,
And fend him long to live,
Lord, Mifchief on them bring,
That will not their Alms give:
But feek to rob the Poor'
Of that which is their Due
This was not in Time of yore,
When this, &c.
SONG XLIX. -Fair Cælia's, &c.
Air Calia's Eyes give Love to all,
The Nymph a Goddess reigns ;
All that durft look, her Victims fall,
Yet fhe unmov'd remains.
While happy Strephon, in her Arms,
Secure, but envy'd lyes:
To him the opens all her Charms,
To him unlocks, unlocks,
Unlocks to him, unlocks her Joys,
So the pleas'd Moon on Latmos lay
With her Endymion ;
Her Light to all the gave away,
Her Love to him, her Love to him alone.
SONG L Bacchus, affift, &c.
AсCHUS, affift us to fing thy great Glory,
Chief of the Gods we exult in thy Story
Wine's first Projector,
Mankind's Protector,
Patron to Topers,.
How do we adore thee.
Wine's firft Projector, &c.
Friend to the Muses, and Whet-ftone to Venus, Herald to Pleasures, when Wine wou'd convene us: Sorrow's Phyfician,
In worldly Cares wants a Cordial to skreen us. Nature fhe fmil'd, when thy Birth it was blazed: Mankind rejoic'd when thy Altars were raised: Mirth will be flowing,
Whilft the Vine's growing,
And fober Souls at our Joys be amazed.
SONG LI. What Life, &c.
Hat Life can compare with the jolly
Town-Rake's,
When in his full Swing of all Pleasure he takes ?
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