(_Consternation among revellers. The King starteth up, but Puck singeth_:)
Here's one to our lasses, How nimbly they dance! And the bright of our glasses Is the light of their glance.
Here's one to the vintry, How brightly he shines! May never the wintry, Drink deep of his wines.
(_He rolleth his parchment and speaketh._)
"'Tis young blood counts and moneyless brains! And the heart and soul of devil-may-care Is abroad in the land, with a fig for the pains, To do and to dare! to do and to dare!"
Ah! the clink of our glasses, How they clink as we drink! And memory passes. Too pleasant to think.
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