How He Would Drinke His Wine

Fill me my Wine in Cristall; thus, and thus
I see't in's puris naturalibus :
Unmixt. I love to have it smirke and shine,
'Tis sin I know, 'tis sin to throtle Wine.
What Mad-man's he, that when it sparkles so,
Will coole his flames, or quench his fires with snow?
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