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Belov'd I live, drink more than eat,
Renown'd thro' all the Britiſh Fleet,
Jaundice, and Dropſy all I fear,
Juſt entring on my Fiftieth Year. 105
One Daughter, whom our Youth admire,
No matter whom ſhe calls her Sire,
With Care I to the Buſineſs breed,
Her far fam'd Mother to ſucceed,
When Time, more potent Punch, and Beer 110
Shall put a Stop to my Career.
Thus far thro' Life's odd, checker'd Scenes,
My much lov'd LODGE, I've found the means
To paſs ſtill ſound, to Fate reſign'd,
My Noſe unſhaken as my Mind! 115
Had we ten Times our Youth reſtor'd,
Ten Times, dear LODGE, we muſt have whor'd;
Bright VENUS reigning at our Birth,
Deſtin'd us both for Love, and Mirth:
But
