[42.] Men and Maids at time of year
I
Men and Maids at time of year
The ripe clusters joyntly bear
To the Press, but in when thrown
They by men are trod alone,
Who in Bacchus praises join,
Squeeze the Grape, let out the wine:
Oh with what delight they spy
The new must when tunn'd work high!
II
Which if old men freely take,
Their gray heads and heels they shake;
And a young man if he find
Some fair Maid to sleep resign'd,
In the shade, he straight goes to her,
Wakes, and roundly gins to wooe her;
Whilest love slily stealing in
Tempts her to the pleasing sin.
III
Yet she long resists his offers,
Nor will hear what ere he proffers;
Till perceiving that his prayer
Melts into regardless air;
Her, who seemingly restrains,
He by pleasing force constrains:
Wine doth boldness thus dispence,
Teaching young men insolence.
