Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd By I. T. [i.e. John Tatham] |
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Ostella advising me to leave off drinking Wine.
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Ostella advising me to leave off drinking Wine.
How dearest! art thou weary of thy Fame,that thou would'st banish that preserves the same?
When I would write on th' Vigour of thy eye,
a sprightly Glasse 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.
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 the Cupids in thy eyes.
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enough to raise Dejection to the Seat
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 usefull, so thoust give me Sack.
Thou maiest as well go bid me leave to live,
as have me leave the means which life doth give:
Faith leave my Wine, and farewel Poetry,
forgetting which none will remember Thee.
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