All this (as late I chanc'd to rove) How both fupport a proper part, My weapon there unfeather'd flies, And shakes and fhuffles thro' the skies. But if the mutual charms I find By which the links you mind to mind, And ftrike from both, through both your hearts. ANACREONTIC. AY Bacchus liking Eftcourt's wine, GA A noble meal bespoke us; And for the guest that were to dine, 1 Brought Comus, Love, and Jocus. C 3 The The God near Cupid drew his chair, Near Comus, Jocus plac'd; For wine makes Love forget its care, And mirth exalts a feaft. The more to please the sprightly God, Put on fome cloaths to come abroad, Then Cupid nam'd at every glass,, A lady of the sky; While Bacchus fwore he'd drink the lafs, And had it bumper-high. Fat Comus toft his brimmers o'er, Jocus took care to fill him more, Whene'er he mift the toaft. They They call'd and drank at every touch; He fill'd and drank again; And if the Gods can take too much, 'Tis faid, they did fo then. Gay Bacchus little Cupid ftung, By reck'ning his deceits; And Cupid mock'd his ftamm'ring tongue, And Jocus droll'd on Comus' ways, And tales without a jest; While Comus call'd his witty plays But waggeries at best. Such talk foon fet them all at odds; And, had I Homer's pen, I'd fing ye, how they drank like Gods, And how they fought like men. To part the fray, the Graces fly, Who make them foon agree; Nay, had the Furies felves been nigh, Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up, But kept fome darts to ftir the cup, Jocus took Comus' rofy crown, And thrice, in mirth, he push'd him down, As thrice he ftrove to rife. Then Cupid fought the myrtle grove, Where Venus did recline, And Venus clofe embracing Love, They join'd to rail at wine. And And Comus loudly curfing Wit, Roll'd off to fome retreat, Where boon companions gravely fit In fat unweildy state. Bacchus and Jocus ftill behind, For one fresh glafs prepare; They kiss and are exceeding kind, And vow to be fincere. But part in time, whoever hear This our inftructive fong; For tho' fuch friendships may be dear, |