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A gentle round fill'd to the brink

To this and t' other friend I drink;
And when 'tis nam'd another's health,20
I never make it hers by stealth:
She's fair, etc.

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Black-Friars to me, and old Whitehall,

Is even as much as is the fall
Of fountains on a pathless grove,25
And nourishes as much my love:
She's fair, etc.

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I visit, talk, do business, play,

And for a need laugh out a day:
Who does not thus in Cupid's school,30
He makes not love, but plays the fool:
She's fair, etc.

 

LOVE AND DEBT ALIKE TROUBLESOME

This one request I make to him that sits the clouds above,
That I were freely out of debt, as I am out of love.
Then for to dance, to drink and sing, I should be very willing,
I should not owe one lass a kiss, nor ne'er a knave a shilling.
'Tis only being in love and debt that breaks us of our rest;5
And he that is quite out of both, of all the world is blest:
He sees the golden age, wherein all things were free and common;
He eats, he drinks, he takes his rest, he fears no man nor woman.
Though Crœsus compassed great wealth, yet he still craved more,
He was as needy a beggar still, as goes from door to door.10
Though Ovid were a merry man, love ever kept him sad;
He was as far from happiness as one that is stark mad.
Our merchant he in goods is rich, and full of gold and treasure;