drinking song

I.

Still to be drunk, with Love or Fame,
A scouring round the World to run,
For a small Whore, or greater Name,
Honour is rather lost, than won;
When drunk with Love, or Fame, the Sot,
More sensless grows, than by the Pot;
Pushing his Friend, or Mistress, to his Shame:

II.

Then Heroes drunk with Vanity,
And Coxcombs with Love's Passion too,
Lead their Lives most dishonourably;
Themselves most mad, or sensless show;
And make their giddy Brains more hot,
By Love or Rage, than by the Pot;

I.

A Merry Cup, ('Faith,) let us drink,
To be more Wise, the less we Think;
Since Thinking is a silly Thing,
Which brings us Care,
Fear, and Despair;
To leave off Thinking, we shou'd Sing:

II.

We'll Sing, and Drink eternally,
Who thinks too much, too soon will die;
Too much Thought, is too little Sense;
He's sad, who thinks,
He's glad, who drinks,
He, who thinks least, is most a Prince:

III.

Wise Turks , that they may never Think,
Take Opium , and Wise Christians Drink;