IF Phyllis denies me relief, If she's angry, I seek it in wine; Tho' she laughs at my amorous grief, At my mirth why should she repine? The sparkling champagne shall remove All the cares my dull soul has in store: My reason I lost when I loved, And, by drinking, what can I do more? If Phyllis would pity my pain, Or my amorous vows would approve, The juice of the grape I'd disdain, And be drunk with nothing but love. |