As soon as the chaos was turn'd into Form,
And the first Race of Men knew a good from a harm,
		 They quickly did joyn,
		 In a knowledge Divine,
That the chiefest of Blessings were Women and Wine;
Since when by example Improving Delights,
Wine Governs our Days, Love and Beauty our Nights.
		 Then Love on and Drink,
		 'Tis a Folly to think
	 Of a Mystery out of our reaches;
		 Be moral in Thought
		 To be Merry's no Fault,
	 Tho' an Elder the contrary Preaches.
For never, my Friends, was an Age of more Vice,
Than when Knaves would seem Pious, and Fools would seem Wise.