Amorea, The Lost Lover Or The Idea of Love and Misfortune. Being Poems, Sonets, Songs, Odes, Pastoral, Elegies, Lyrick Poems, and Epigrams. Never before printed. Written by Pathericke Jenkin |
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In praise of Sack.
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In praise of Sack.
From where, or whence, at first this Liquor came,Or how it had it's being none can tell,
Where the Pierian Fount did give it name,
Or where it flow'd from Agganippe-Well,
Is now the question, truely I am one
That do believe the thing which we call Sherry,
Was planted first in sacred Hellicon,
Produced of some strange Celestial Berry;
One of the reasons, that doth move me to it,
A reason I prefer before the best,
I never yet could meet a piece of Poet
But lov'd to take a glass beyond the rest,
And there is reason for't; 'twill make his pen
Run faster then his Muse is able think,
It sets him far above the reach of men,
Such is the vertue of this versing drink,
'Twill raife a drooping spirit to the height
'Twill send a known Coward unto the wars,
The tast so heavenly, and the look so bleigh,
That some do hold it is dissolved Starrs,
But be it what it will, I never yet
Have found his equall, not in any thing,
It makes a man his sorrow to forget,
Equall's the lowest, with the greatest King,
What is it 'twill not doe; yet there are some
That from my praises far enough do vary,
Who by their carriage shew from whence they come
And ne're were so well bred to drink Canary,
And this I know, they are no Gentlemen,
That (in that very thought) such drink deny,
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The Lawyers guide, the Lovers deitie,
All that the Poets feign, of Nectar is,
Composed in this little Sea of bliss,
Then Drawer bring it in, the hurt I'le do 'em,
Is drink to all, that do believe this Poem.
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