Oh, for a bowl of fat Canary, Rich Palermo, sparkling Sherry, Some nectar else, from Juno's dairy; Oh, these draughts would make us merry! Oh, for a wench (I deal in faces, And in other daintier things); Tickled am I with her embraces, Fine dancing in such fairy rings. Oh, for a plump fat leg of mutton, Veal, lamb, capon, pig, and coney [rabbit]; None is happy but a glutton, None an ass bit who wants money. Wines indeed and girls are good, But brave victuals feast the blood; For wenches, wine, and lusty cheer, Jove would leap down to surfeit here. |