Your farmer learns his risk by loss;
While care and pains each workman takes,
“Laugh and get fat” our motto makes.
Fun, laughter, banter, drink, I hold
Are life’s chief pleasures—next to gold.”
“I have a vintner near who keeps a shop,
The only man who, when I want a drop,
Mixes my grog to suit my special taste;
Not neat,—nor letting water run to waste.”
“Wives are bad property, I’d have you know,—