Sun's Darling, 1656
by Thomas Dekker & John Ford

Cast away care; he that loves sorrow
Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow ;
          Money is trash, and he that will spend it,
          Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.
    Merrily, merrily, merrily, oh, ho !
    Play it off stiffly, we may not part so.

Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too,
Cowards it will arm, if the wine be good too ;
          Quickens the wit, and makes the back able,
          Scorns to submit to the watch or constable.
    Merrily, &c.

Pots fly about, give us more liquor,
Brothers of a rout, our brains will flow quicker ;
          Empty the cask, score up, we care not ;
          Fill all the pots again, drink on, and spare not.
    Merrily, &c.

Poetry of the English Renaissance 1509-1660.
J. William Hebel and Hoyt H. Hudson, Eds.
New York: F. S. Crofts & Co., 1941. 393.


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