Alexander Brome (Александр Бром)
The Companion
1. WHat need we take care for Platonical Rules? Or the precepts of Aristotle? They that think to find learning in books are bu• fools, True Philosophy lies in the bottle. And a mind That's confin'd To the mode of the Schools. Ne'r arrives at the height of a pottle Let the sages Of our ages Keep a talking Of our walking, Demurely, while we that are wiser, Do abhor all That's moral In Plato And Cato And Seneca talks like a Sizer. Chorus. Then let full bowles on bowles be hurl'd, That our jollity may be compleater, For Man though he be but a very little world, Must be drown'd, as well as the greater. 2. We'l drink till our cheeks are as starrd' as the skies; Let the pale-colour'd students flowt us, And our noses like Comets, set fire on our eyes, Till we bear the whole heavens about us. And if all Make us fall, Then our heels shall devise What the stars are a doing without us. Let Lilly Go tell you Of thunders And wonders, Let Astrologers all divine; And let Booker Be a looker Of our natures In our features, He'l find nothing but Claret in mine. Chorus. Then let full bowles, &c.
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