Full Lyrics
Hence, loathed Melancholy,
Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born,
But come, thou Goddess fair and free,
In Heav’n yclep’d Euphrosyne.
Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful jollity,
Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles,
Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles,
These delights, if thou canst give,
Mirth, with thee I mean to live.
