Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine.

From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.

A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.

Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.