Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Item: Prithee ben’t so sad and ser’ous, nothing’s got...
Song: Prithee ben’t so sad and ser’ous, nothing’s got...
Prithee ben't so sad and ser'ous nothing's got by Grief or Cares Melancholly's too imperious where it comes still domineers But if Bus'ness Love or Sorrow that possesses thus thy mind bid 'em come again to morrow we are now to Mirth inclin'd let the Glass run its round and each good fellow keep his ground and if there be any flinchers found we'll have we'll have his Soul new coin'd
