This way, that way, that way, this,–
Here and there a fresh Love is;
That doth like me, this doth please;
–Thus a thousand mistresses
I have now: yet I alone,
Having all, enjoy not one!
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Here we securely live, and eat
And keep eternal fires,By which we sit, and do divine,As wineAnd rage inspires.If full, we charm; then call uponAnacreonTo grace the frantic Thyrse:And having drunk, we raise a shoutThroughout,To praise his verse.Then cause we Horace to be read,Which sung or said,A goblet, to the brim,Of lyric wine, both swell’d and crown’d,AroundWe quaff to him.Thus, thus…
When that day comes, whose evening says I’m gone
Devoutly to thy Closet-gods then pray,That my wing’d ship may meet no Remora.Those deities which circum-walk the seas,And look upon our dreadful passages,Will from all dangers re-deliver me,For one drink-offering poured out by thee,Mercy and Truth live with thee! and forbear,In my short absence, to unsluice a tear;But yet for love’s-sake, let thy lips do…
Scobble for whoredom whips his wife and cries
‘Good sir, make no more cuts i’ th’ outward skin,One slit’s enough to let adultery in.
Health is the first good lent to men;
Next, to be rich by no by-ways;Lastly, with friends t’ enjoy our days.