Classic Poem

While amorous Tom in Beauty 's praise,
Holds forth in tender, love-sick lays,
Jack scarcely ever holds his tongue,
But will to Bacchus raise the song;
While Dick for momus chaunts aloud,
Whose humour charms the listning croud.

II.

With which of these shall you and I,
With which of these my friend comply?
Beauty must surely claim our lays,
Yet Bacchus will have equal praise,
And momus too:—then side with neither,
But freely toast them all together.