to fit a man for the feat:
Then call and drink up all,
The Drawer is ready to fill,
A Pox of care, what need we to spare?
my father has made his will.
Another version appeared in an excessively rare work, “The New Academy of Complements,” 1671, as, Song 276:—
Hang fear, cast away care,
The parish is bound to find us,
Thou and I and all must die,
And leave this world behinde us.