Haste, haste to partake on’t, ye men of grave faces,
Ye Quakers, and Methodist parsons likewise;
What tho’ ye seem lost to the flexible graces,
And dormant the risible faculty lies;
One quaff of the vapour
Will cause you to caper,
And swiftly relax your stiff solemniz’d jaws;
You’ll acknowledge the change too,
As pleasing as strange too,
And make the air ring with loud ha! ha! ha! ha’s!