John Gay

“ Of Happiness Terrestrial, and the Source
Whence human Pleasures flow, sing Heavenly Muse,
Of sparkling juices, of th' enliv'ning Grape,
Whose quickning Taste adds Vigour to the Soul,
Whose Sov'raign pow'r revives decaying Nature,
And thaws the frozen Blood of Hoary Age ”

“ By cares depress'd in pensive Hypoish mood,
With slowest pace, the tedious minutes Roll.
⁠Thy charming sight, but much more charming Gust
New Life incites, and warms our chilly Blood,
Strait with pert Looks, we raise our drooping Fronts ”

“ Hastens in prone Career, with Friends Select
Swiftly we hie to Devil Young or Old
Jocund and Boon, where at the entrance stands
A Stripling, who with Scrapes and Humil Cringe,
Greets us in winning Speech and Accent Bland ”