from Sun's Darling, 1656 by Thomas Dekker & John Ford Cast away care; he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy to-morrow ;           Money is trash, and he that will spend it,           Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.     Merrily, merrily, merrily, oh, ho !     Play it off stiffly, we may not part so. Wine is a charm, it heats the blood too, Cowards it will arm, if the wine be good too ;           Quickens the wit, and makes the back able,           Scorns to submit to the watch or constable.     Merrily, &c. Pots fly about, give us more liquor, Brothers of a rout, our brains will flow quicker ;           Empty the cask, score up, we care not ;           Fill all the pots again, drink on, and spare not.     Merrily, &c. Poetry of the English Renaissance 1509-1660. J. William Hebel and Hoyt H. Hudson, Eds. New York: F. S. Crofts & Co., 1941. 393. Site copyright © 1996-2001 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on June 21, 2001.