VULCAN, contrive me such a Cup As @3Nestor@1 us'd of old; Shew all thy skill to trim it up, Damask it round with Gold. Make it so large, that, fill'd with Sack Up to the swelling Brim, Vast Toasts, on the delicious Lake, Like Ships at Sea, may swim. Engrave not Battel on his Cheek; With War I've nought to do: I'm none of those that took @3Mastrick@1; Nor @3Yarmouth@1 Leaguer knew. Let it no name of Planets tell, Fix'd Stars, or Constellations: For I am no Sir @3Sindrophel@1, Nor none of his Relations. But carve thereon a spreading Vine; Then add two lovely Boys; Their limbs in amorous Folds intwine, The Type of future Joys. @3Cupid@1 and @3Bacchus@1 my Saints are; May Drink and Love still reign: With Wine I wash away my Cares, And then to Love again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A PALMETTO by SIDNEY LANIER HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM |