1. Bacchus one Day gayly striding On his never sailing Ton; Sneaking empty Pots deriding, Thus address'd each toaping Son: Praise the Joys that never vary, And adore the liquid Shrine; All things noble, gay and airy, Are perform'd by generous Wine. 2. Ancient Heroes, crown'd with Glory, Owe their noble Rise to me; Poets wrote the flaming Story, Fir'd by my Divinity: If my Influence is wanting, Musick's Charms but slowly move; Beauty too in vain lies panting, 'Till I fill the Swains with Love. 3. If you crave a lasting Pleasure, Mortals, this way bend your Eyes; From my ever-flowing Treasure, Charming Scenes of Bliss arise. Here's the soothing balmy Blessing, Sole Dispeller of your Pain; Gloomy Souls from Care releasing: He who drinks not, lives in vain.