Classic Poem

The Wine and Company are good,
Another flask, another hour;
Such juyce is Wits peculiar food:
And Wit's a Sociable Pow'r.—

Who's stealing off?—oh! let him go,
He's young enough to trust the Fair.
But we, who Love's delusions know,
Shall find it better to be here.—

Kind Bachus aids each Manly bliss;
Good humo'r, mirth, the song, the dance;
But what hath Love, beyond a kiss,
What, but a dozeing, drunken Trance?

Fond' hasty spark, when passion palls,
And Chloes charmes have lost their flow'r,
Will, one day, be the first that calls
Another flask, another hour.—

Fill then, and, wisely scorn the Boy:
What hath that Chit to do with Men?
At least, this interval enjoy
Til Beauty makes us Fools agen.—