Classic Poem

XLVI

We'll Drink the Wanting into Wealth,
And those that Languish into Health,
The Afflicted into Joy, th' Opprest
Into Security and Rest.

XLVII

The Worthy in Disgrace shall find
Favour return again more kind,
And in restraint who stifled lye,
Shall taste the Air of Liberty.

XLVIII

The Brave shall triumph in Success,
The Lover shall have Mistresses,
Poor unreguarded Virtue Praise,
And the Neglected Poet Baies.

XLIX

Thus shall our Healths do others good,
Whilst we ourselves have all we wou'd;
For freed from Envy and from Care,
What would we be, but what we are?

L

'Tis the plump Grapes Immortal Juice
That does this happiness produce,
And will preserve us free together,
Maugre mischance, and Wind and Weather.

LI

Then let Old Winter take his course,
And howle abroad till he be hoarse,
Though his Lungs crack in fruitless ire,
It shall but serve to blow our Fire.

LII

Let him our little Castle ply,
With all his loud Artillery,
Whilst Sack and Claret Man the Fort
His Fury shall become our Sport.

LIII

Or, let him Scotland take, and there
Confine the plotting Presbyter;
His Zeal may Freeze, whilst we kept warm
By Love and Wine, can take no harm.