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The Glasses Sparkle.
The glasses sparkle on the board, the wine is ruby bright;
The reign of pleasure is restor'd, of ease and gay delight.
The day is gone, the night's our own, then let us feast the soul;
If any care or pain remain, why, drown it in the bowl.
The reign of pleasure is restor'd, of ease and gay delight.
The day is gone, the night's our own, then let us feast the soul;
If any care or pain remain, why, drown it in the bowl.
This world, they say, is a world of woe, but that I do deny,
Can sorrow from the goblet flow, or pain from beauty's eye?
The wise are fools with all their rules, when they would joy controul;
If life's a pain, I say again, let's drown it in the bowl.
Can sorrow from the goblet flow, or pain from beauty's eye?
The wise are fools with all their rules, when they would joy controul;
If life's a pain, I say again, let's drown it in the bowl.
That time flies fast the poet sings, then surely it is wise,
In rosy wine to dip his wings, and seize him as he flies.
This night is ours, then strew with flowers the moments as they roll;
If any care or pain remain, why, drown it in the bowl.
In rosy wine to dip his wings, and seize him as he flies.
This night is ours, then strew with flowers the moments as they roll;
If any care or pain remain, why, drown it in the bowl.
