I.

A Book, a Friend, a Song, a Glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving Lass,
To Mortals various Joys impart,
Inform the Sense, and warm the Heart.

II.

Thrice happy they, who, careless, laid
Beneath a kind-embow'ring Shade,
With Rosy Wreaths their Temples crown,
In Rosy Wine their Sorrows drown.

III.

Mean while the Muses wake the Lyre,
The Graces modest Mirth inspire,
Good-natur'd Humour, harmless Wit;
Well-temper'd Joys, nor grave, nor light.

IV.

Let Sacred Venus with her Heir ,
And dear Ianthe too be there.
Musick and Wine in Concert move
With Beauty, and refining Love.

V.

There Peace shall spread her Dove-like Wing,
And bid her Olives round us spring.
There Truth shall reign, a Sacred Guest!
And Innocence , to crown the Rest.

VI.

Begone, Ambition, Riches, Toys,
And splendid Cares, and guilty Joys. —
Give me a Book, a Friend, a Glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving Lass.