But rather be thinking, of roaring and drinking,
For by those to Promotion thou'lt speedily climb.
Then prithee be Jolly, desert this thy Folly,
Make welcome thy Friends, and ne'er repine;
For when thou art hurl'd into the next World,
Thy Heir I'll engage it in Splendor will shine.
When thy Breath is just vanish'd, his care will be banisht,
And scarce will he follow thy Corps to the Grave;
Then be cautious and wary, for nought but Canary,
He's a Fool that for others himself do's enslave.