Cast away care; he that loves sorrow <br />Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow ; <br /> Money is trash, and he that will spend it, <br /> Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it. <br /> Merrily, merrily, merrily, oh, ho ! <br /> Play it off stiffly, we may not part so. <br /> <br />Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too, <br />Cowards it will arm, if the wine be good too ; <br /> Quickens the wit, and makes the back able, <br /> Scorns to submit to the watch or constable. <br /> Merrily, &c. <br /> <br />Pots fly about, give us more liquor, <br />Brothers of a rout, our brains will flow quicker ; <br /> Empty the cask, score up, we care not ; <br /> Fill all the pots again, drink on, and spare not. <br /> Merrily, &c.<br /><br />Thomas Dekker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cast-away-care/
