Since I must swing,—I scorn, I scorn to wince or whine. Rises.
[ AIR LX. Chevy Chase.]
But now again my Spirits sink;
I’ll raise them high with Wine. Drinks a Glass of Wine.
[ AIR LXI. To old Sir Simon the King.]
But Valour the stronger grows,
Since I must swing,—I scorn, I scorn to wince or whine. Rises.
But now again my Spirits sink;
I’ll raise them high with Wine. Drinks a Glass of Wine.
But Valour the stronger grows,