‘Come, push about the Glass, and drown Hostilities—
‘Men who have interest rise, D—n their Abilities.’
‘True, honest Ward,’ says John; ‘I’m one I know it:
‘Give us a Song, my Boy! a good one—go it!’
Now Song and Glass, and Glee alternate roll,
Reason now left it to the flow of Soul.
At length, good Night! and John got in his Chaise;
He’d not forgot the Feast of former Days.
The Fleet arriv’d, his Equipage on Shore,
As John considered purchasing a Bore.