On such an occasion as this, All time and nonsense scorning, Nothing shall come amiss, And we won't go home till morning.

Why should we break up Our snug and pleasant party? Time was made for slaves, But never for us so hearty.

Time was made for slaves.

The service was of great array, That they were served with that day. Thus they ate, and made them glad, With such service as they had-- When they had dined, as I you say, Lordis and ladies yede to play; Some to tables and some to chess, With other games more and less.

This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.