Catches, canons and drinking songs
Jolly mortals, fill your glasses, noble deeds are done by wine,
scorn the nymph and all her graces, who’d for love or beauty pine,
look within the bowl that’s flowing, and a thousand charms you’ll find,
more than Phillis though just going, in the moment to be kind,
Alexander hated thinking, drank about at Council board,
he subdued the world by drinking more than by his conqu’ring sword.