Catches, canons and drinking songs
A pox on repining, dear Jack, be content,
’tis store of good claret thy care will prevent,
’twill ripen thy wit, and heighten thy love,
and make thee a companion for gods above,
for there’s none but such honest good fellows go there,
not one reaches Heav’n with drinking small beer,
then fill up thy glass, and to happiness haste,
for I long of the heavenly liquor to taste.