When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty....
The uncompleted edition of Wither's poems, ed. by J.M. Gutch. 4 vols - Sida 145
efter George Wither - 1622
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