Ayres and dialogues For One, Two, and Three Voyces; To be Sung either to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol |
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To his Mistresse advising him from Wine.
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To his Mistresse advising him from Wine.
[I]
How Dearest! Art thou weary of thy fame,That thou wouldst banish that preserves my flame?
When I doe write on th'vigor of thine Eye,
A sprightly Glass of Sack I've standing by,
From whence my Pen takes life and speed: That smile
Of thine, thou ow'st to Sack for my fair guile.
II
That lively colour of thy Cheek and Lip,From the rich Claret did my fancy sip;
And from the mantling sparks which thence arise,
I Metaphor'd those Cupids in thy Eyes:
From the Lov'd Grape I can create conceit
Enough to raise dejection to the—Seat
III
Of Honour:—'tis the Nepenthean Spring,About the which the jolly Muses sing
Thy praises from my Verse: Oh! let me lack
All things else useful, so thou'lt give me Sack:
Thou may'st as well go bid me leave to live,
As have me leave the means which Life doth give:
Faith, leave my Wine, and Farewell Poetrie;
Forgetting which none will remember thee.
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