Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Item: A Catch the words by Cob. Allistree
Song: Full bags, a brisk bottle, and a beautiful face,...
Full Bags, a brisk Bottle, and a Beautiful Face, are the three greatest Blessings poor Mortals embrace, but alas we grow Muckworms if Bags do but fill, & a bonny gay Dame often ends in a Pill: then hey for brisk Claret, whose Pleasures ne'er waste, by a Bumper we're rich, and by two we are chast.
