1. Here we securely live, and eate The Creame of meat; And keep eternal fires, By which we sit, and doe Divine As Wine And Rage inspires. 2. If full we charme; then call upon Anacreon To grace the frantick Thyrse: And having drunk, we raise a shout Throughout To praise his Verse. 3. Then cause we Horace to be read, Which sung, or seyd, A Goblet, to the brim, Of Lyrick Wine, both swell'd and crown'd, A Round We quaffe to him. 4. Thus, thus, we live, and spend the houres In Wine and Flowers: And make the frollick yeere, The Month, the Week, the instant Day To stay The longer here. 5. Come then, brave Knight, and see the Cell Wherein I dwell; And my Enchantments too; Which Love and noble freedome is; And this Shall fetter you. 6. Take Horse, and come; or be so kind, To send your mind (Though but in Numbers few) And I shall think I have the heart, Or part Of Clipseby Crew. |