Poems &c. written by Mr. Ed. Waller ... ; and printed by a copy of his own hand-writing ; all the lyrick poems in this booke were set by Mr. Henry Lawes ...

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Poems &c. written by Mr. Ed. Waller ... ; and printed by a copy of his own hand-writing ; all the lyrick poems in this booke were set by Mr. Henry Lawes ...
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Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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London :: Printed by I.N. for Hu. Mosley ...,
1645.
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Page 142

For the Drinking of Healths.

LEt Brutes and Vegetals that cannot thinke, So far as drought and Nature urges, drinke; A more indulgent Mistris guides our sprights, Reason, that dares beyond our appetites, Shee would our care as well as thirst redress, And with Divinity rewards excess. Deserted Ariadne thus supplide, Did perjur'd Theseus cruelty deride, Bacchus imbrac'd from her exalted thought Banish'd the man, her passion, and his fault. Bacchus and Phoebus are by Jove alli'd, And each by others timely heat suppli'd: All that the Grapes owe to his ripening fires, Is paid in numbers which their joyce inspires.

Page 143

Wine fills the veines, and Healths are understood To give our friends a title to our blood: Who naming me doth warm his courage so, Shews for my sake what his bold hand would do.
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