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MERRY AND WISE.
TUNE: Let Care be a Stranger.
1 In temperance train'd, yet I shun not the board, Where Plenty and Freedom their blessings
afford; The good things of earth we may freely enjoy, So we taste not of pleasure till pleasure shall cloy. In mirth and good-humour, I own, I delight, When mirth and good-humour are order'd
aright Good friends and good-cheer in due season I
prize, And my maxim is still-Be ye merry and wise.
2 Should indecency dare to speak out in a jest, Then mirth is degraded and wit is a pest; Nor scruple I make to pronounce it more
wrong When music and verse give it zest in a song.
Let wit, like the gold from the furnace be pure, Let verse give the song the chaste ear may
endure; I love but that mirth whence no dangers arise, For my maxim is still-Be ye merry and wise.
If our wine, or our ale, or whatever we quaff,
time, 'Tis a meeting unsanction'd by “ reason or
rhyme”, So when strife begins, then I straightway arise, For my maxim is still-Be ye merry and wise.
4 Unless from the feast I retire with clear head, And blameless next morn can arise from my bed, If my neighbour I love not with more cordial
heart For the flow of good-humour uncheck'd till we
part, I were better at home with my plain bread and
cheese, - Where my wife and my children endeavour to
Where all is good humour, and no one denies "Tis the maxim of Wisdom-BE MERRY
Let's jocund be full well O!
Each one an honest fellow.
Of pain and grief ne'er tell O!
To wound each honest fellow.
Could he reflect but well 0 !
And te an honest fellow.
The Lover, with an April face,
His plaintive tale does tell 0. For shame! with ardour press the chace,
You'll be a charming fellow.
The Courtier, proud ambition's slave,
Knows where to fawn full well 0; How base the tricks of such a knave!
Beneath an honest fellow!
The essenc'd Fop, how vain his air,
This truth will find full well O! The man who wins the British fair,
Must be an honest fellow.
With heart sincere and free from guile,
He scorns a lie to tell O!
This is an honest fellow.
Pale envy, wrangling, strife forgot,
Be mine one wish to tell O! May joy and peace be still the lot
of every honest fellow.
The liquor's old and mellow,
Here's to thee, honest fellow.
1 Let care be a stranger to each cheerful soul, Who can, like Aristippus, his passions controul; Of wisest Philosophers wisest was he, Who, attentive to ease, let his mind still be free. The Prince, Peer, or Peasant to him were the
same, For, pleas’d, he was pleasing to all where he
came; But still turn'd his back on contention and strife, Resolving to live all the days of his life.
* « To“ live all the days of our lives,” in a rational, pot a Bacchanalian sepse, is most desirable; for our mortal existence is a burden, and not a blessing, when the spring of the mind, as well as the sinews of the body, is broken down, and feeble dependence is constrained to lean on extraneous support.” Mrs. West's Letters to a Young Lady, Vol. III. p. 371.