Volume 5 — A Song. Set by Mr. WILLIS.

[Listen]

NOW my Freedom’s regain’d, and by Bacchus I swear, All whining dull whimsys of Love I’ll cashire: The Charm’s more engaging in Bumpers of Wine, Then let Chloe be Damn’d, but let this be Divine: Whilst Youth warms thy Veins, Boy embrace thy full Glasses, Damn Cupid and all his poor Proselyte Asses; Let this be thy rule Tom, to square out thy Life, And when Old in a Friend, thou’lt live free from all Strife, Only envied by him that is plagu’d with a Wife.