Alexander Brome (Александр Бром)

A Round

SIt round, sit round, leave musing and thinking,
Hang caring and working, let's fall to our drink∣ing;
The works of our hands
Shall purchase no lands,
But in spight of all care wee'l be frolick;
He that does the glass skip,
May he die of the pip,
Or be lowsie that none shall endure him;
Or be plagu'd with the stone or the cholick,
And find ne'r a Surgeon to cure him.

1. The Safe Estate
2. To a Lady that turned her Cheek
3. The Reformation
4. The New Mountebank
5. The Wary Woer

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