William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Banish SorrowGeorge Ogle (17421814)
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Thought, unbend thy wrinkled brow;
Hence dull care and melancholy,
Mirth and wine invite us now.
Bacchus empties all his treasure;
Comus gives us mirth and song;
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow pleasure—
Let us join the jovial throng.
Time is ever on the wing;
Let’s the present moment seize on,
Who knows what the next may bring?
All our days by mirth we measure;
Other wisdom we despise;
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow pleasure—
To be happy’s to be wise.
Why should we not merry be?
While we’re here, there’s nought to vex us,
Drinking sets from cares all free;
Let’s have drinking without measure;
Let’s have mirth while time we have;
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow pleasure—
There’s no drinking in the grave.