Alexander Brome (Александр Бром)
Made and Set Extempore
1. WHen our glasses flow with Wine, And our souls with Sack are rais'd; When we're jeer'd we do not repine; Nor are proud when we are prais'd: 'Tis Sack alone can raise our souls, A pin for Christning drinking-bowles. 2. Let the Drawer raise our fancies, With his wit-refining drink; Hang your stories and Romances; Those are fit for them that think: Let him love that has a mind, We to drinking are inclin'd. 3. Wit and love, are th' only things Which fill the thoughts of Kings and us; Imagination makes us Kings, And that's rais'd by doing thus. Drink your Sack, let wit alone, Wit by drinking best is shown.
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