You shall perhaps not do it to-morrow:
Best, while you have it, use your breath;
There is no drinking after death.
Wine works the heart up, wakes the wit,
There is no cure ’gainst age but it:
It helps the head-ach, cough, and ptisick,
And is for all diseases physick.
Then let us swill, boys, for our health;
Who drinks well, loves the Commonwealth.
And he that will to bed go sober