Not confin'd to State, nor the Pride of the Great;
Only on himself, not others doth depend:
Change can never vex him, Faction ne'er perplex him;
If the World goes well, a Bumper crowns his Joys,
If it be not so than he takes of two;
Till succeeding Glasses, Thinking doth destroy.
When his Noddle reels, he to Cælia steals;
And by Pleasures unconfin'd runs o'er the Night;
In the Morning wakes, a pleasing Farewel takes,
Ready for fresh Tipling, and for new Delight: