Song 50. Reach me here that full crown'd Cup
[I]
Reach me here that full crown'd Cup,
And at once I'l drink it up
For my overcharged Breast
Pants for drowth, with care opprest;
Whilest a Chaplet of cool Roses
My distemper'd Brow incloses;
Love I'l drench in Wine;
For these flames alone can his appease.
II
I am sprung of humane seed,
For a lives short race decree'd;
Though I know the way I've gone,
That which is to come's unknown;
Busie thoughts do not disturb me;
What have you to do to curb me?
Come, some Wine and Musick give;
Ere we dye, 'tis fit we live.