Who calls?—Who calls?

Who calls?—Who calls?

Who Wisdom calls by Momus' name?
Who needs a sample of my quality?
Momus and Wisdom are the same,
Wisdom's god's the god of jollity.
Let the dark sage who low'rs and scowls,
And broods o'er melancholy,
Seek creeping snakes and hooting owls,
And call all pleasure folly:
If this be truth, truth speaks in lies,
This axiom nought can vary,
If to be merry's to be wise,
To be wise is to be merry.
Who calls? &c.

Be mortals motives what they may,
Pow'r, love, ambition, treasure,
In spight of all wise fools can say,
The end propos'd is pleasure.
That truth which contradicts me, lies;
This axiom nought can vary,
If to be merry's to be wise,
To be wise is to be merry.
Who calls? &c.

See Laughter at my beck appears,
And holds up men and manners,
Haste Joy's recruits, Whim's volunteers,
List under Momus' banners:
I Folly dress in Wisdom's guise,
Nor can my maxims vary:
If to be merry's to be wise,
To be wise is to be merry,
Who calls? &c.