Drink on

Come, lay by your cares, and hang up your sorrow;

Drink on, he's a sot that e'er thinks on to-morrow;

Good store of good claret supplies everything,

And the man that is drunk is as great as a king.

Let none at misfortune or losses repine.

But take a full dose of the juice of the vine;

Diseases and troubles are ne'er to be found,

But in the damned place where the glass goes not round.