Classic Poem

Foolish Lover, go and seek
For the damask of the Rose,
And the Lilies white dispose
To adorn thy mistresse cheek.

Steal some star out of the sky,
Rob the Phoenix, and the East
Of her wealthy sweets devest
To enrich her breath or eye.

We thy borrow'd pride despise,
For this wine (to which we are
Votaries) is richer farre
Then her cheek, or breath, or eyes.

And should that coy Fair one view
These diviner beauties, she
In this flame would rivall thee,
And be taught to love thee too.

Come then break thy wanton chain,
That when this brisk wine hath spred
On thy paler cheek a red,
Thou like us maist love disdain.

Love, thy power must yield to wine;
And whilst thus our selves we arm,
Boldly we defie thy charm,
For these flames extinguish thine.