Mel Heliconium or, Poeticall Honey, Gathered out of The Weeds of Parnassus ... By Alexander Rosse |
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CIRCE.
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Beware of Circes bowls;
And go not to her feasts,
Where men are turn'd to beasts.
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How Circe turned men to swine.
The whore with painted smiles
The wanton youth beguiles,
She hath a pleasant cup,
Which silly fools drink up:
But whil'st you'r drinking, eye the wand
Which Circe beareth in her hand.
At first sin seems to be
A pleasing thing to thee,
And fools with vain delights
Do cloy their appetites;
But every pleasure hath its pain,
In sweetest honey there is bane.
If men of meaner sort
Make drunkennesse but a sport,
Yet let not men of place
Their state so much disgrace:
Ulisses must have temperance,
Although his servants lose their sence?
Lord arm me with thy Word,
Which like Ulisses sword,
From Circe may defend me,
And then herb Moly send me:
Having this sword and herb, O God,
I'le shun the cup, I'le scape the rod.
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