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A Glee in praise of Sack.
Verse.
SAck is the Prince of Wines,
The Quintessence of Liquor,
The Brain it Purges and Refines,
And makes the Wit the quicker.
Chorus.
Then let us laugh, let us sing and quaff,
Let us toss the Pot and be merry;
Let us all bear a part, to drink quart after quart
Of this same delicate Sherry.
Verse.
Should Jove come down to men
And tast this Sack, he'd think,
Nay swear by Styx 'twere better than
The Wine the Gods do drink.
Chorus.
Then let us laugh, let us sing and quaff,
Let us toss the Pot and be merry;
Let us all bare a part, to drink quart after quart
Of this same delicate Sherry.
Verse.
If a man have but this,
He shall no Musick lack;
No Musick to a Sack But is,
Or to a But of Sack.
Chorus.
Then let us laugh, let us sing and quaff,
Let us toss the Pot and be merry;
Let us all bear a part, to drink quart after quart
Of this same delicate Sherry.