Александр Бром (Alexander Brome)

Made and Set Extempore

1.

WHen our glasses flow with Wine,
And our souls with Sack are rais'd;
When we're jeer'd we do not repine;
Nor are proud when we are prais'd:
'Tis Sack alone can raise our souls,
A pin for Christning drinking-bowles.

2.

Let the Drawer raise our fancies,
With his wit-refining drink;
Hang your stories and Romances;
Those are fit for them that think:
Let him love that has a mind,
We to drinking are inclin'd.

3.

Wit and love, are th' only things
Which fill the thoughts of Kings and us;
Imagination makes us Kings,
And that's rais'd by doing thus.
Drink your Sack, let wit alone,
Wit by drinking best is shown.

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