For doing nothing worthy fame
And doing nothing’s much the same.
But if you’d real pleasure know,
Let generous liquor smiling flow;
In jovial crews spend every hour,
And drink, and sing, and rant, and roar:
Thus every care will sink and drown,
Whilst mirth and joy run laughing round.
I seem a monarch while I drink so,
And you’ll be a god do you but think so.”