Yet cares he nothing what we judge or think,
Our only duty’s to attend and drink:
At length, admonish’d by his gout he ends
The various speech, and leaves at peace his friends;
But now, alas! we’ve lost the pleasant hour,
And wisdom flies from wine’s superior power.
Wine like the rising sun, possession gains,
And drives the mist of dulness from the brains;
The gloomy vapour from the spirit flies,
And views of gaiety and gladness rise: