Classic Poem

Men and Maids at time of year
The Ripe clusters joyntly bear
To the Press, but in when thrown
They by Men are trod alone,
Who in Bacchus praises join,
Squeeze the Grape, let out the Wine:
Oh with what delight they spy
The new must when tun'd work high!
Which if old Men freely take,
Their gray heads and heels they shake;
And a young Man, if he finde
Some fair Maid to sleep resign'd
In the shade, He strait goes to her,
Wakes, and roundly 'gins to woo her;
Whilst Love slily stealing in
Tempts her to the pleasing sin:
Yet she long resists his offers,
Nor will hear what ere he proffers,
Till perceiving that his prayer
Melts into regardless air,
Her, who seemingly refrains,
He by pleasing force constrains;
Wine doth boldness thus dispence,
Teaching young Men Insolence.