When Love and Wine Inspire
If sober, and inclin'd to sport,
To you, my fair one, I resort;
The still-forbidden bliss to prove,
Accuse me then, and blame my love.
But if to rashness I incline,
Accuse me not, but blame the wine:
When Love and Wine at once inspire,
What mortal can control his fire.
Of late I came, I know not how,
Embrac'd my fair, and kiss'd her too;
It might be wrong; I feel no shame,
And, for the bliss, will bear the blame.
To you, my fair one, I resort;
The still-forbidden bliss to prove,
Accuse me then, and blame my love.
But if to rashness I incline,
Accuse me not, but blame the wine:
When Love and Wine at once inspire,
What mortal can control his fire.
Of late I came, I know not how,
Embrac'd my fair, and kiss'd her too;
It might be wrong; I feel no shame,
And, for the bliss, will bear the blame.
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