SUMMER 1793
All things in life give us reason to drink
When you take time to consider them well.
Fate may send tidings of joy or of ill,
Both these may we with the same method quell:
Wine makes the happy one happier still,
And reduces all worries and sorrows to nil.
All times will be just what everyone makes them,
Dark thoughts won’t trouble the tipsy one’s mind.
Be merry with friends for as long as you have them,
Bid them adieu when their joy is declined.
Wine is the comfort that Providence gave,
From christening to wedding to dotage to grave.