Classic Poem

1

Let the bowl pass free
From him to thee
As it first came to me,
'Tis pity that we should confine it,
Having all either credit or coyn yet,
Let it e'ne take its course,
There's no stopping its force,
He that shuffles must inter-line it.

2

Lay aside your cares,
Of Shops and Wares,
And irrational fears,
Let each breast be as thoughtless as his'n is,
That from his bride newly ris'n is,
We'l banish each soul,
That comes here to condole,
Or is troubled with love or businesse.

3

The King we'l not name,
Nor a Lady t'enflame,
With desire to the game,
And into a dumpishnesse drive all,
Or make us run mad, and go wive all,
We'l have this whole night
Set apart for delight
And our mirth shall have no corrival.

4

Then see that the Glass
Through its circuit do pass,
Till it come where it was,
And every nose has been within it,
Till he end it that first did begin it,
As Copernicus found,
That the Earth did turn round,
We will prove so does every thing in it.