Classic Poem

When I ply the cheering Bowl
Brisk Lyaeus through my soul
Strait such lively joy diffuses
That I sing, and bless the Muses;
Full of Wine I cast behinde
All my sorrows to the winde;
Full of Wine my head I crown
Roving loosely up and down;
Full of Wine I praise the life
Calmly ignorant of strife;
Full of Wine I court some Fair,
And Cythera 's worth declare;
Full of Wine my close thoughts I
To my Jovial Friends unty:
Wine makes Age with new years sprout:
Wine deni'd, my life goes out.