The JOVIAL Gallant:
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The perfect Pleasure of a Private Life.
To an Excellent New Tune, much in Request.
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AH! how Happy's he,
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Who's from Bus'ness free,
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Can enjoy his Mistress, Bottle, and his Friend;
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Not confin'd to State,
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Nor the Pride of Great,
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Only on himself (not others) doth depend:
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Change can never Vex him,
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Faction ne'r Perplex him,
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If the World goes well, a Bumper Crowns his Joy;
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If it be not so,
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Then he takes off too,
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Till succeeding Glasses Thinking does destroy.
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When his Noddle Reels,
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He to Celia steals,
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And with Pleasure, Unconfin'd, runs o're the Night:
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In the Morning wakes,
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A pleasing Farewel takes,
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Ready for fresh Tippling, and to new Delight:
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When his Table's full,
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Oh then he huggs his Soul,
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And Drinking all their Healths, a Welcome does express
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When the Cloath's remov'd,
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Then by all approv'd.
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Comes the full Grace Cup, King Williams good Success.
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As the Health goes round,
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He with Joy is Crown'd,
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Still he Celebrates the long and happy Day;
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Being none of those,
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That the Laws oppose,
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But in Merriment does pass the time away:
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Never will he Prate
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Of Affairs of State
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In Countrouling of the Lawful Government:
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Those that sits at Helm,
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Let them Rule the Realm,
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Bu this means he Crowns his Joy with true Content.
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In a flowing Bowl,
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Like an Honest Soul,
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Frequently he Drinks King Williams Royal Health;
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And the Words are those,
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Down with all his Foes,
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While he Triumphs here in Honour, Peace, and Wealth:
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As it passes round,
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If there's any found
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That denies to Pledge this Noble Royal thing,
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He shall counted by,
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Full of Treachery,
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Not a Loyal Subject to our Gracious King.
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Tho' he Loves his Prince,
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He has so much Sense,
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Not to be concerned in High Affairs of State;
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Since he knows full well,
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Those that does excell,
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Often have been known to prove Unfortunate:
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In a Private Life,
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Void of Care and Strife,
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All the Glories of the World we may enjoy,
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With a loving Friend,
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And our Treasure spend,
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Thus no Storm of State our Pleasure can't annoy.
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FINIS.
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