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Busy, curious, thirsty fly,
Both alike are mine and thine,
[Yet this difference we may see
* 'Made extempore by a gentleman, occasioned by a fly drinking out of his cup of ale.'
+ [This moral finale was added by the Rev. Mr. Plamptre. - See his. Collection of Songs,' vol. i. p. 257 ; where a third verse appears to the original composition, which was probably omitted by Ritson, from its incongruity of metaphor.]
ANACREON ON HIMSELF.
BY THE REV. MR. FAWKES.
When I drain the rosy bowl,
When I drink dull time away,
locks with roses twine, Then I praise life’s rural scene, Sweet, sequester’d, and serene.
When I sink the bowl profound, Richest fragrance flowing round, And some lovely nymph detain, Venus then inspires the strain. When from goblets deep and wide, I exhaust the generous tide,
All my soul unbends—I play,
MORTALS, learn your lives to measure,
Mortals, learn your lives to measure,
Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles :
You, my boy,
(The gods will have it so) To the siege of Troy ;
* Mr. Fawkes's translation contains the following additional lines, necessarily omitted when it was converted into a songs
When the foaming bowl I drain,
Thence never to return to Greece again,
Let's be jovial, fill our glasses,
Madness 'tis for us to think-
And the wise are sway'd by chink.
Then never let vain cares oppress us ;
Riches are to them a snare ;
While our bottle drowns our care.
Wine will make us red as roses,
And our sorrows quite forget ;
Drink ourselves quite out of debt.
When grim Death comes looking for us,
We are toping off our bowls ;
Death, begone, here's none but souls.
Godlike Bacchus thus commanding,
Trembling Death away shall fly ;
Drinking souls can never die,
Every man take a glass in his hand,
And drink a good health to the king ; Many years may he rule o'er this land,
May his laurels for ever fresh spring ! Let wrangling and jangling straightway cease, Let every man strive for his country's peace ;
Neither tory nor whig,
With their parties, look big : Here's a health to all honest men.
'Tis not owning a whimsical name
That proves a man loyal and just; Let him fight for his country's fame,
Be impartial at home, if in trust : 'Tis this that proves him an honest soul, His health we'll drink in a brimful bowl :
Then let's leave off debate,
No confusion create ;
When a company's honestly met,
With intent to be merry and gay, Their drooping spirits to whet,
And drown the fatigues of the day; What madness is it thus to dispute, When neither side can his man confute ?
When you've said what you dare,
You're but just where you were, Here's a health to all honest men.