Catches, canons and drinking songs
to your rude health,
Song: Pale faces stand by, and our bright ones adore,...
Text:
Pale faces stand by, and our bright ones adore,
we look like our wine, you worse than our score,
come light up our pimples, all art we outshine,
when the plump god does paint, each streak is divine,
clean glasses are pencils, old claret is oil,
he that sits for his picture must sit a good while.
