SONG. The Ballers Life,

THEY have too many hours, that employ 'em
About Business, Ambition, or News,
While we that know how to enjoy 'em,
Wish in vain for the time which such Blockheads misuse:

They that toyl in impertinent care,
May strive to be often at leasure;
They cannot be worse then they are;
But we whose business is pleasure,
Have never a moment to spare.
With dangerous Damsels we dally,
Till we come to a closer dispute;
And when we no more Forces can rally,
Our kind foes give us leave to retire and recruit;
Then drooping to Bacchus we fly,
Who Nobly regarding our merits,
VVith succours always is nigh;
And thus reviving our spirits,
We love, and we drink till we die.