Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . Thus shall our Healths do others good,Whilst we our selves do all we woud;For, freed from Envy and from Care,What would we be but what we are ? Tis the plump Grapes Immortal JuiceThat does this happiness will preserve us free together,Maugre mischance, or Wind and Weather. Then let Old Winter take his roar abroad till he be his Lungs crack with Ruthless Ire,It shall but serve to blow our Fire. Let him our little Castle ply With all his loud Artillery, Whilst Sack and Claret Man the

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Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . Thus shall our Healths do others good,Whilst we our selves do all we woud;For, freed from Envy and from Care,What would we be but what we are ? Tis the plump Grapes Immortal JuiceThat does this happiness will preserve us free together,Maugre mischance, or Wind and Weather. Then let Old Winter take his roar abroad till he be his Lungs crack with Ruthless Ire,It shall but serve to blow our Fire. Let him our little Castle ply With all his loud Artillery, Whilst Sack and Claret Man the Fort, His Fury shall become our Sport. Or, let him Scotland take, and thereConfine the plotting Presbyter;His Zeal may Freeze, whilst we, kept warmWith Love and Wine, can know no 49

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