And efforts at flying,
Bespeak the soul tost in a tempest of joy.
For what can so fire us, &c.
Haste, haste to partake on’t, ye men of grave faces,
Ye Quakers, and Methodist parsons likewise;
What tho’ ye seem lost to the flexible graces,
And dormant the risible faculty lies;
One quaff of the vapour
Will cause you to caper,
And swiftly relax your stiff solemniz’d jaws;