MORTALS, wifely learn to measure
Life, by the extent of joy ;
Life’s a short and fleeting pleasure: Then be gay, while you may,
And your hours in mirth employ.
Never let a mistress pain you, Tho’ she meets you with a frown;
Fly to wine, 'twill soon unchain you, Cheer thy heart, and all smart
In a sweet oblivion drown.
If love's fiercer flames should seize you, To some gentle maid repair;
She'll with soft endearments cafe you; On her breast lull'd to rest,
Eas'd of love, and free from care.
Friendship, love, and wine united, From all ills defend the mind;
By then guarded and delighted; Happy stare, smile at fare,
And give sorrows to the wind.
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