Buxom dame of Reading, or, The cuckold's cap (1)/A Smiling Full Bowl
A SMILING FULL BOWL.
WILL you credit a Miser, ’tis gold makes us wise,
The bliss of his life, the joy of his eyes;
And ask a fond Lover, where wisdom he places,
To be sure in his mistress, her charms, and her graces;
But let the free Lad speak the joy of his soul,
’Tis a sparkling Glass, and a smiling full Bowl.
The Miser is wretched, unhappy, and poor;
He suffers great want in the midst of his store:
The Lover’s disconsolate, mopish and sad,
For that which when gain’d, would soon make him mad,
The Misers a Foo’, and the Lover s an Ass,
And be only’s Wife, who adores the full Glass.
Let the Miser then hug up his ill-gotten Pelf,
And to reed empty bags, he may starve his ownself,
Let the Lover still languish ’twixt hope and despair,
And doat on a face as inconstant as fair:
But still may his bliss be as great as his soul,
Who pays no devoir but to Wine and the bowl.