Enslaved no longer by PASSION,
Resolv'd I'm by Jove to be free;
A LIBERTINE — — thus in the fashion, —
Can mirth with a bond-man agree?

Away with this damnable whining, — —
She's coy; — — but I care not a straw;
Another, may be more inclining,
A curse on these answers no, no,

Tho' Phillis deny me, and Kitty ,
I scorn, as their DUPE, to lament;
For dem' me, sirs, girls in the city
Are plenty as hop- poles in Kent .

Then, friends to the cause fill your glasses,
In BACCHUS's revels there's health;
And blest with what grandeur surpasses,
We'll spurn at Midas's wealth.