being a collection of celebrated English, and Scotch songs

What he meant by the Sequel, was very well known.They threw in ten Gallons of trufty Langoon;IMars, tho'a blunt God, and cheif of the Bifkers,Was fat at Table a curling his whifkers.duoth he> fellow Gods, and Celeftial Gallants,Iwou'd not give a Tig for jour Punch without INantz;Therefore my Ganamade, I do command ye,To throw in ten Gallons of the beft INantz Brandy;Saturn, of all the Gods there, he was the oldeft,And we may imagine his ftomack was the coldeftJHe out of his Pouch did fome Nutmegs produceWhich being well grated, were put in the juice;Neptune, this Ocean^of good Liquor did Crown,With a Sea Bifcake bak'd hard in the Sun.The Bowl being finifh'd, A health then began,CLuoth Jove, let it be to that Creature, call'd Man;'Tis to him alone, our great Pleafure we owe,Por Heaven, it was never true Heaven till now;The Gods being pleafed, the health it went about,Till gorrel belly'd Bacchus's great guts nigh burft out;The other brave Gods did immenfe of Punch fwallow,Acteon, with Hounds, and with Huntfman did hollow;The Punch was delightful, they plenty did bring,And all the World over their Pame it did ring.tf+cjfigrttTig fl i mit