Poem by Alexander Brome

Made and Set Extempore

1.

WHen our glasses flow with Wine,
And our souls with Sack are rais'd;
When we're jeer'd we do not repine;
Nor are proud when we are prais'd:
'Tis Sack alone can raise our souls,
A pin for Christning drinking-bowles.

2.

Let the Drawer raise our fancies,
With his wit-refining drink;
Hang your stories and Romances;
Those are fit for them that think:
Let him love that has a mind,
We to drinking are inclin'd.

3.

Wit and love, are th' only things
Which fill the thoughts of Kings and us;
Imagination makes us Kings,
And that's rais'd by doing thus.
Drink your Sack, let wit alone,
Wit by drinking best is shown.

1. To his Mistress (LAdy you'l wonder when you see)
2. The Saints Encouragement
3. Copernicus
4. The Leveller
5. Upon a Sign-post, set up at Skoale in Norfolk

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