Ruby-red, the blushing wine,
Paints thy lips with brighter shade,
While its colours softer shine
Where thy glances fall, fair maid!--
While our youth is vernal,
Let us swear, while we can,
For wine, woman, and man,
A friendship eternal.
_Drinking Song_.
Fill your glass, fill your glass, my friends,
Let us drink, though time fly;
We must live while we live, my friends,
For time passes by.
When we cross the waves of the river,
Wine and love say farewell
We must leave them behind for ever,
So value them well.
What though fools spend their time in thinking
Of the true aim of life!
Our philosophy lies in drinking,
Not in wordy strife.
And glory, wisdom, and wealth,
Do not ease life of ill,
But we find our pleasure and health
As the wine-cup we fill.
DORI. I never heard anything better sung, and all this is really
beautiful.
MR. JOUR. I see something still more beautiful here, Madam.
DORI. Why, Mr. Jourdain, you are a greater flatterer than I should
have thought.
DOR. And for what, Madam, do you take Mr. Jourdain?
MR. JOUR. I wish she would take me for what I could name.
DORI. Again!
DOR. (_to_ DORIMENE). You do not know him.
MR. JOUR. But she will know me whenever it pleases her.
DORI. Oh, I give up.
DOR. He is a man always ready with an answer.
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