Classic Poem

Let none but Guests or Clubbers hither come,
Let Dunces, Fools, sad, sordid men keep home,
Let learned, civil, merry men b'invited,
And modest too; Nor the choise Ladies slighted.
Let nothing in the treate offend the Guests,
More for delight then cost prepare the feasts.
The Cook and Purvey'r must our pallats know,
And none contend who shall sit high or low.
Our waiters must quick-sighted be and dumb,
And let the drawers quickly hear and come.
Let not our wine be mixt, but brisk and neat,
Or else the drinkers may the Vintners beat.
And let our only emulation be,
Not drinking much, but talking wittily.
Let it be voted lawful to stir up
Each other with a moderate chirping cup.
Let not our Company be, or talk too much,
On serious things or sacred let's not touch
With sated heads and bellies. Neither may
Fidlers unask'd obtrude themselves to play.
With laughing, leaping, dancing, jests and songs,
And what ere else to grateful mirth belongs,
Let's celebrate our feasts; And let us see
That all our jests without reflection be.
Insipid Poems let no man rehearse
Nor any be compell'd to write a verse.
All noise of vain disputes must be forborne,
And let no lover in a corner mourne.
To fight and brawl (like Hectors) let none dare,
Glasses or windowes break, or hangings tare.
Who ere shall publish what's here done or said,
From our Society must be banished.
Let none by drinking do or suffer harme,
And while we stay, let us be always warm.