No more thought Teresa small tipple of me, sir,
Than pretty Miss P., sir, our premiere danseuse,
lightsome, lenitive! philoprogenitive!
Sukey with bouquet and white satin shoes!
To be, or not to be? is it a shot to be?
Is it a knot to be, tied to a beam?
Death's but a caper, life's but a taper,
A vision, a vapour, a shadow, a dream.
Hang melancholy! grieving's a folly!
Laugh and be jolly! there's nothing like fun!