Classic Poem

1

Amoret

O for the balmy curral of a lip!
Where I with kissing Chimistry may sip
Castalian quaffs of Nectar to delight me,
And every kiss may to a new invite me.

Oenophil

Give me a bowl wherein I'll tumble Bacchus ,
To bath our souls, we'l drink 'till sack doth crack us.

Midas

But let my chests groan with the gilded oar,
Where having much is prologue unto more.

Oenophil

Who doats on beautie, fancies but a toy.

Midas

Who Wine adores does overwhelme his joy.

Oenophil

And he that gapes for gaudy dirt or treasure,
Still feels desires, but no content nor pleasure.

Chorus

Then let's unite our desires, but let reason be our guide,
What in each is not found, in all swels like a tide.

2

Amoret

A beautious face can a young fancy raise,
And mirtle glorifies, as well as Bayes
Love, like the soul, informes the flesh that's stupid,
Nor can Apollo more inspire then Cupid .

Oenophil

Where full-fraught cups, with sprightly liquors flow, it
Unwraps your brain, and makes each wight a Poet.

Midas

Where boundless treasure raigns 'twil raise the soul,
And with and love both conquer and controul.

Amoret

Still give me love, give me my lovely lasse.

Oenophil

I'll court no other mistresse, but the glass.

Midas

But give me chink, nor love, nor wit shall plague us.
For Poe and Hippocrene both vail to Tagus .

Chorus

Then let's unite our desires, but let reason be our guide,
What in each is not found, in all swels like a tide.