Classic Poem

I.

While Phyllis is drinking, Love and Wine in alliance,
With forces united, bid resistless defiance;
By the touch of her lips the wine sparkles higher,
And her eyes by her drinking redouble their fire.

II.

Her cheeks glow the brighter, recruiting their colour,
As flowers by sprinkling revive with fresh odour;
Each dart dipp'd in wine gives a wound beyond curing,
And the liquor, like oil, makes the flame more enduring.

III.

Then, Phyllis! begin, let our raptures abound,
And a kiss and a glass be still going round;
Relieving each other our pleasures are lasting,
And we never are cloy'd, yet are ever a-tasting.