Classic Poem

1

Within this bottle's to be seen,
A scarlet liquor that has been
Born of the royal vine;
We but nick name it when we call
It Gods drink, who drink none at all,
No higher name then Wine.

2

'Tis Ladies liquor: here one might
Feast both his eye and appetite,
With beauty and with tast,
Cherries and Roses which you seek
Upon your Mistress lip and cheek
Are here together plac't.

3

Physitians may prescribe their whey
To purge our Reins and Brains away,
And clarify the Blood;
That cures one sicknesse with another,
This routs by wholesale altogether,
And drowns them in a flood.

4

This Poets makes, else how could I,
Thus ramble into Poetrie,
Nay and write Sonnets too;
If there's such pow'r in junior wines,
To make one venture upon lines
What could Canary do?

5

Then squeze the vessels bowels out
And deal it faithfully about,
Crown each hand with a brimmer;
Since we're to pass through this red sea,
Our noses shall our Pilots be
And every soul a swimmer.