While we've plenty of this,
We can ne'er do amiss,
'Tis an Antidote 'gainst our ruin;
And the Lad that drinks most,
With Honour may boast,
He fears neither Death, nor undoing.

_The Jovial_ PRISONER, _by_ S. P.

[Music]

A Pox on such Fools! let the Scoundrels rail,
Let 'em boast of their Liberty;
They're no freer than we, for the World's a Jayl,
And all Men Prisoners be.

The Drunkard's confin'd to his Claret,
The Miser to his Store;
The Wit to his Muse and a Garret,
And the Cully-Cit to his Whore.

The Parson's confin'd to his Piggs,
The Lawyer to Hatred and Strife;
The Fidler to's Borees and Jiggs,
And the Quack to his Glister-pipe.

The Church-man's confin'd to be civil,
The Quaker's a Prisoner too light;
The Papist is bound by the Devil,
And the Puritan's fetter'd with spite.

Since old _Adam's_ race are all Prisoners like us,
Let us merrily quaff and Sing;
Z----s why shou'd we pine for Liberty thus,
When we're each of's as free as a King.

_A_ SONG.

_Set by Mr._ HENRY PURCELL.

[Music]

_Phillis_, I can ne'er forgive it,
Nor I think, shall e're out-live it;
Thus to treat me so severely,
Who have always lov'd sincerely.

_Damon_, you so fondly cherish,
Whilst poor I, alass! may perish;
I that love, which he did never,
Me you slight, and him you Favour.

Love given over: _Being a young Lady's Reply to her Parents, who would
have forc'd her to Marry one she had an Aversion against._

[Music]

As Cupid many Ages past,
Went out to take the Air;
And on the Rosy Morning Feast,
He met _Ophelia_ there.

A while he gaz'd, a while survey'd
Her Shape and every part;
But as his Eyes run o'er the Maid,
Hers reach'd his little Heart.

His Quiver straight and Bow he took,
And bent it for a flight;
And then by chance she cast a look,
Which spoil'd his purpose quite.

Disarm'd he knew not what to do,
Nor how to Crown his Love;
At last resolv'd, away he flew,
Another shape to prove.

A lustful Satyr straight return'd,
In hopes his Form wou'd take:
For many Nymphs for them have burn'd,
Burn'd 'cause they could not speak.

_Ophelia_ had no sooner spy'd,
His Godship, Goat and Man;
But loudly for assistance cry'd,
And fleetly homeward ran.

Perplex'd at her affright, but more
At's own defeat, h