Let us to heaven the tribute due,
Who deigns our circuit to renew,
The grateful homage pay,
For years, for months, for days, and hours,
Or pain'd with cares, or strew'd with flowers,
For dull, or grave, or gay.

And may the future round we live,
If heaven another year will give,
Be happy as the past;
From solemn coxcombs bear us far,
From stupid, sedentary care,
And let that bounty last.

May smiling fortune, if she please,
Give to our lives the sweets of ease;
Or, does she seem to frown,
Let us, in philosophic way,
Now with the learn'd, and now the gay,
Her strange caprices drown.

Wherever we are doom'd to stray,
May health attend and take her way;
We'll wish no better friend,
Save heavenly virtue, would she deign,
And honesty, for ever plain,
Our passions to amend.

A competence, a careless heart,
A chearful face, let these have part,
Then rob us of the rest;
At fops, at fools, at knaves we'll laugh,
A conscientious bowl we'll quaff,
As happy as the best.