London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H.

A Song in Praise of Drinking.

Tune, Mr. Smith's Jig, call'd Mris. Madge's Jig.

1.

COme take up your Cups, and leave off this Prittle prattle, Boys, Away with disputes, they're onely Fit for the Schools: Then trole it about, and call for the t' other Pottle, Boys, Who loves not the Juice of the Grape Are counted but Fools. For poring on Books will make a man Dull and muddy too, And often doth fill the Brain with Frenzy and pains;

But we with Canary, without any Pain or study too, Copernicus-like, can turn the World Round with our Brains.

2.

A Couple I knew that were besotted With Love of late, And both to be free from Cupid's Bands did desire; The one did resolve to study, and Make his Book his Mate, The other by Bacchus resolv'd To extinguish hir Fire. For he that by Study did think To cast those thoughts away, Did meet with a Subject still that Did add to his Flame. But tother by Drinking the thoughts Of Love did so allay, He had almost forgotten that ever He had any Dame.

3.

Then off went their Hats, and off Went all their studious thoughts, And every one did praise the Juice of the Vine. And then unto Bacchus all did there Confess their faults, And vow'd they'd be daily offering Unto his Shrine.

For Mars is mad, and Cupid's an Asse, and Apollo too, Who thinks by Fighting and Charmes, And Books to undo us, But Bacchus shall be our Protector, And him we'l follow to; Being under his Banner, what Mischeif can ever come to us.