(Although this poem is anonymous, the subject matter suggests that the author was William Jermy.)

All peevish jarrings hence be gone
Good wine’s the source of joy
Let sprightly wit & mirth alone
our happy hours employ

Come lets have your favourite lass
The idol of your breast
A girl adds lythe to the glass
and gives the wine a zest

Poh! never blush, your toast lets hear
or not a glass I'll fill
you've got some sparkling flames so near,
midst friends her name to tell

Miss Bacon - say you so in truth
your fancy high has flown,
with so much beauty, wit, & youth
will tattered crepe go down?

No - if so high your eyes you raise
you'll find your hopes all most
Striving to stem the sun’s bright blaze
Young Phaeton was lost

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