A Song in Madam Fickle.I.HAppy is the Man that takes delightIn Banqueting his senses,That drinks all Day, and then at NightThe height of joy commences:With Bottles arm'd we stand our ground,Full Bumpers crown our Blisses,Then Roar and Sing the streets aroundIn serenading Misses.II.By blessings free and unconfin'd,We prove without reproaches;There's no bliss like a frolick mind,Or pleasures like Deboaches:Whilst rambling thus new joys we reap,In charms of Love and Drinking;Insipid Fops lye drown'd in sleep,And the Cuckold he lies thinking.0
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