...of the famous Bacchanalian ode, fo vociferoufly and joyoufly chaunted in the fame nocturnal revels. What have we with day to do ? Sons of Care, 'twas made for you. The truth feems to be that, however eagerly thefe fons of Anacreon might enter on the career of thefe jovial...

...told How the waining night grows old. Soon, too foon, the bufy day Drives us from our fport and play. What have we with day to do ? Sons of care, 'twas made for you. E, Broth. Forbear, nor offer us the poifon'd fweets, That thus have render'd thee thy fex's fliame,...

...told How the waining night grows old. Soon, too foon, the bufy day Drives us from our fport and play. What have we with day to do? Sons of care, 'twas made for you. E. Bra. Forbear, nor offer us the poifon'd fweets. I Wom. Oh! how unfeemly fhows in blooming youth...

...told, How the waning night grows old. Soon, too foon, the bufy day Drives us from our fport and play. What have we with day to do ?. Sons of care ! 'twas made for you. SONG XXVI. BY RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN ESQ; f THIS bottle's the fun of our table, His beams are rofy...

...By the hollow flafle are told How the waining night grows old. Soon, too foon, the bufy day Drives us from our fports away : What have we with day to do ? SONS or CARE 'twas made, for yo«. SONG. FROM THE MASQUE OF COMU3. MUSIC BV DR. A KM-:. /"^OME, come, bid...

...himfelf; mutters fomething loud enough to be heard, fuch as, " Youth's the feafon made for joy" — " What have we with day to do ? Sons of Care, 'twas made for you" — " Which is the propereft day to drink?" &c. and other fuch incoherent expreffions. He has likewife...

...cask we are told How the waning night grows old. Soon, too soon, the busy day Drives us from our sport away. What have we with day to do ? Sons of care, 'twas made for you ! By the silence of the owl ; By the chirping on the thorn, By the butts that empty roll, We foretell...

...himfelf; mutters fomething loud enough to be heard, fuch as, " Youth's the feafon made for joy" — " What have we with day to do ? Sons of Care, 'twas made for you" — " Which is the propereft day to drink :" &c. and other fuch incoherent expreflions. He has likewife...

...they are not weary of the sport, though the clock announces the hour of four in the morning— • " What have we with day to do ? " Sons of Care, 'twas made for you." The clock takes a part in the irregularity of the proceedings, for the hour-hand and the minute figure...

...the waning night grows old. Soon , too soon, the busy day Drives us from our sport and play. Whiit have we with day to do .' Sons of care, 'twas made for you ! [SAe offers the cup, which they both put by; E. Bro. Forbear, nor offer us the poison'd sweets. 1...