The Distruction of Care.
OR,
The Gallants Worthy Commendation of the MUG.
To an Excellent New Tune. This may be Printed, R[.P.]
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IF Sorrow the Tyrant invade thy Breast,
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hale out the foul Fiend by the Lug the Lug,
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Let no thought of to morrow disturb they rest,
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but banish dispair with a Mug, a Mug:
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If business unluckily goes not well,
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let the fond Fools their affection hug;
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To shew our Allegiance we'll go to the Bell,
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and banish dispair with a Mug, a Mug.
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If thy Wife proves not one of the best, the best,
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and admits of no time but to think, to think,
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Or the weight of thy fore-head bow down thy crest,
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diverty thy dull demon with drink, with drink,
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If thy Mistress then proveth both peevish and coy,
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ne'r pine, ne'r pine at the wanton Pug,
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But find out a fairer and kinder then she,
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and banish dispair with a Mug, a Mug.
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For any Coy Mistress do not complain,
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thou hast no just reason at all to grieve,
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For Mault I declare is a noble Grain,
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that soon will thy drooping Spirits releave:
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Far better than any Doctor in Town,
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by vertue of any detestable drug,
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When liquor of life is got into the Crown,
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we'll wash away cares with a Mug, a Mug.
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Boys, Money was made to fly like the dust,
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yet Misers will hoard it we understand,
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Until it is almost consumed with rust,
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but we'l keep it moving from hand to hand:
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Creating a trade from morning till night,
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let droans in their Mistresses arms lye snug,
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Let this be the object of your delight,
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to kiss the sweet Lips of a Mug, a Mug.
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Ye Gallants be jolly, and ne'r repine,
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for this is the brave Golden Age we see,
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If thou'lt be thy Shilling, then i'le be mine,
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there's none shall be merrier Lads than we;
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This Liquor is good as I am a Man,
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therefore I resolve to take 'tother tugg,
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You shall do the like, good Sir, if you can,
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to fathom the depth of a Mug, a Mug;
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Let worldly affairs ne're cause thee to fret,
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i'de have e'ry one as merry as we,
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Prove Sorrow and Care did ever pay debt,
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and then i'le allow you your liberty;
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But over-much Care has made many Mad,
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now he that desires the same to hug,
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I wish him as much as ever man had,
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while we are enjoying a Mug, a Mug.
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They're Fools that will pinch to gain an estate;
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such humours hall never trouble my head,
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Because I declare I perfectly hate
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my Friends should e're go to Law when I'm dea[d]
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For Houses, or what to me might belong,
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the Old from the young endeavours to tug,
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Because there is noe shall suffer the wrong,
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I'll aways admire a Mug, a Mug.
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One reason I value it at this rate,
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it does not deprive the house of much stock,
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Nor is there the danger that is in Plate,
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besides our Liquor as Cool as a Rock,
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Flows from it as if the pleasantest Spring,
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therefore like a Friend the same I will hug,
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And always will drink a good Health to the King
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out of my beloved the Mug, the Mug.
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