O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine
Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
Give, if thou can, an alms; if not, a sweet and gentle word.