Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903/A Song upon a Punch Bowl

by Anne Countess of Winchilsea

A SONG

For my B^r. Les: Finch. Upon a Punch Bowl

 From the Park, and the Play, And Whitehall come away,To the Punch-bowl, by far more inviting; To the Fopps, and the Beauxs, Leaue those dull empty shows,And see here, what is truly delighting.

 The half Globe 'tis in figure; And wou'd itt were bigger;Yett here's the whole Universe floating, Here's Titles and Places, Rich lands, and fair faces,And all that is worthy our doating.

 'Twas a World, like to this, The hott Græcian did misse,Of whom History's keep such a pother, To the bottom he sunk, And when one he had drunkGrew maudlin, and wept for another.