By drinking drive dull care away, 
Be brisk and airy, Never vary
In your tempers, but be gay; 
Let mirth know no cessation:
We all were born, mankind agree, 
From dull reflection to be free, 
But he that drinks not, cannot be:
Then answer your creation.

When Cupid wounds, grave Hymen heals, 
Then all our whining, Wishing, striving,
To embrace what beauty yields, 
Is left when in possession;
But Bacchus sends such treasure forth, 
Possession never palls its worth, 
We always wish'd for't from our birth,
And shall for ever wish on.