Some take ambition's high and slipp'ry
And some rich viands make their chiefest god.
Some wine, some women;
some love cards and dice ;
Some think full bags all human bliss comprise.
Some love retirement; some
for pleasure roam,
And some for books do starve themselves at home.
But here old merry Kate,
and Nan, and Boss,
Find nearer ways to climb to happiness :
Gin punch and
flip, are all their sole delight :
They laugh at th' world, and swear
they're only right.