Catches, canons and drinking songs
Wine, Wine in a Morning makes us Frolick & Gay, that like Eagles we soar in ye Pride of ye Day; Gouty Sots in ye Night only find a Decay. 'Tis ye Sun ripes ye Grape, & to drinking gives light, we imitate him when by Noon we're at height, they steal Wine who take it wn he's out of Sight. Boy, fill all ye Glasses fill 'em up now he shines; ye higher he rises, ye more he refines; But Wine & Wit palls as their Maker declines.