_Now that the Spring hath fill’d our veynes_ _With kinde and actiue fire,_ _And made green Liu’ryes for the playnes,_ _and euery grove a Quire,_ _Sing we a Song of merry glee_ _and ~Bacchus~ fill the bowle:_ _1. Then heres to thee; 2. And thou to mee_ _and euery thirsty soule._ _Nor Care nor Sorrow ere pay’d debt_ _nor never shall doe myne;_ _I haue no Cradle goeing yet,_ _[?2.] nor I, by this good wyne._ _No wyfe at home to send for me,_ _noe hoggs are in my grounde,_ _Noe suit at Law to pay a fee,_ _Then round, old Jockey, round._ All. _Sheare sheepe that haue them, cry we still,_ _But see that noe man scape_ _To drink of the Sherry_ _That makes us so merry_ _and plumpe as the lusty Grape._ (_Lansdowne MS._, No. 777.) “Noe hoggs are in my grounds” may refer to the Catch (if it be equally old):— _Whose three Hogs are these, and whose three Hoggs are these,_ _They are ~John Cook’s~, I know by their look, for I found them in my pease._ _Oh! pound them: oh pound them! But I dare not, for my life;_ _For if I should pound ~John Cook’s~ Hoggs, I should never kiss ~John Cook’s~ wife, &c._ (_Catch Club_, 1705, iii. 46.) Pages 293, 358. _Fetch me ~Ben Jonson’s~ scull._ In 1641 this was printed separately and anonymously as “_A Preparative to Studie; or, the Vertue of Sack_,” 4to. Ben Jonson had died in August, 1637. Line 9 reads: dull _Hynde_; 21, Genius-making; 28, Welcome, by; after the word “scapes” these additional lines:— _I would not leave thee, Sack, to be with ~Jove~,_ _His Nectar is but faign’d, but I doe prove_ _Thy more essentiall worth; I am (methinks), &c._ Line 46, instead of “long since,” reads “_of late_” (referring to whom?); 38, tempt a _Saint_; 44, _farther_ bliss; 53, against thy _foes_ (N.B.); That _would_; and, additional, after “horse,” in line 56, this historical allusion to David Lesley, of the Scotch rebellion:— _I’me in the North already, ~Lasley’s~ dead,_ _He that would rise, carry the King his head,_ _And tell him (if he aske, who kill’d the Scot)_ _I knock’t his Braines out with a pottle pot._ _Out ye Rebellious vipers; I’me come back_ _From them againe, because there’s no good Sack,_ _T’other odd cup, &c._ By this we are guided to the true date: between May, 1639, and August, 1640. Pages 309, 399. _Why should we boast._