FACES prim and starched and yellow Ne'er would meet us on the road If to Bacchus, plump and mellow, Lads would pay the debt that's owed. Pledge with me the tavern scarlet Warm upon his ample cheeks! Shirk the toast, and be a varlet Fit for what the spigot leaks! Here's a pint to Luck, Here's a quart to Folly! Here's a butt to drench the slut, Hang-lip Melancholy! If the skein of life be twisted, Bacchus can the knot untie; If Jade Fortune turn close-fisted, Bacchus knows to melt her eye. Ho! his giant laugh and lusty, Ho! his nimble train of winks, Could unfreeze the desert-dusty, Mumchance, grapeless, Roundhead Sphinx! Here's a pint to Luck, Here's a quart to Folly! Here's a butt to souse the slut, Hang-lip Melancholy! Would you beg of whitethroat Rosa, Clink a glass with Bacchus first; If it chance the maiden shows a Black face, home, and drown the worst! What? A wench with sack to meddle? Let her perish in her pout! Tinker Love has leave to peddle While we roar the flagon out. Here's a pint to Luck, Here's a quart to Folly! Here's a butt to drown the slut, Hang-lip Melancholy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARCHITECT AT THE EDGE OF THE SEA by KAREN SWENSON ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN THE LOWEST PLACE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE FORLORN ONE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE GOOD COUNSEL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SUNDERED PATHS by MATHILDE BLIND |