Classic Poem

The King being at supper .
CANTUS. Tune thy chearefull voyce to mine,
 Musicke helpes digesting.
TENOR. Musicke is as good as wine,
 And as fit for feasting.
CANT. Melodie now is needfull here,
It will helpe to mend our cheare.
BOTH. Joyne then, one joy expressing.
CANT. Here is a guest for whose content
 All excesse were sparing.
TEN. All to him present,

 Hourely new delights preparing.
CHORUS. Joy at thy board, health in thy dish,
Mirth in thy cup, and in thy bed
Soft sleepe and pleasing rest wee wish.

CANT. Earth and ayre and Sea consent
 In thy entertaining.
TEN. All is old which they present,
 Yet all choice contayning.
CANT. Musick alone the soule can feast,
It being new and well exprest;
BOTH.  Joyne then, sweet cords enchaining.
CANT. Could we to our wisht ends aspire,
 Joy should crowne thy dishes.
TEN. Proud is our desire,
 If thou dost accept our wishes.

CHORUS. Joy at thy board, health in thy dish,
Mirth in thy cup, and in thy bed
Soft sleepe and pleasing rest wee wish.