Do the Same

MARK Anthony gave up the world for a Girl,
And he who wou'd not do the same is a Churl.
Do the same! that's the Thing; — do not think me to blame
If a Bumper I drink, will not you do the same?

But what do you think that I mean by all this?
Why Evil to them who imagine amiss.
Hit or miss, Luck is all; are the Lucky to blame?
No no, do but win—we wou'd all do the same.

The dainty-fed Dame, in unpinn'd dishabille,
To the Swain of her sighs upon tiptoe will steal;
Voluptuously welcomes the sense-piercing Kiss,
And gives up her Soul to the dangerous bliss.

While soft broken murmurs betray her delight,
The rustling leaves play thro' the still of the night,
As if to her Tremblings they kept Time and Tune;
Above mildly shone, in pale splendor, the Moon.

Lady Luna down looking, the luscious scene sees,
Withdrew her beams, blushing, from silver-topp'd trees;
In a cloud veils her face, crying out, fie for shame,
To Endymion drives off,—and with him does the same.

'Tis Hypocrisy's Humour, the Ton of the Times,
To lay on our Neighbours the Load of our Crimes;
The failings of friends we to Slander proclaim,
But sink our own Sinnings,—won't you do the same.

Reason ne'er had the Head-ach, no Toasts he'll approve;
Reason ne'er had the Heart ach—he ne'er was in Love.
But poor honest Instinct, he's always to blame,
For he'll drink and he'll love, and—why we do the same.

My Country! my Country! that Phrase cannot fail;
'Tis the Bait Voters bite at, the Tub for the Whale:
Distinction, on each side, is only a name;
For this side, and that side,—both sides do the same.

Let us, without blaming or this side or that,
Only keep to our own side, and mind what we're at.
I wou'd be at something, but what, I won't name,
Yet to Toast it I'll teach you, and drink to the same.

Your sentiment, Decency, give it to me,—
The Quaker's Address, Friend, I drink unto thee.
So here's to't, and to thee; and pray who's to blame?
Why him—can you find him? who won't do the same.