Music and Wine
If music be the food of love,
Then play on and bring all bells and harps
And sweet and dulcet flutes to me,
That I may listen to the sweetest tones my ear can hear.
Yet your lips, my dearest love, speak sweeter sounds
Than any instrument can sing;
Their taste, the most delightful
Of wines that ever filled a cup,
And I must needs enjoy them while I may.
Lest you withdraw the flask and turn away.
Come! Let us drink our fill and drink once more;
Together sip and drain the draught from where it lies;
For on the morrow, rising with the sun,
Perchance your lips and blessed cheek
Be gone away… or worse, in time’s rough hand,
Be turned to sere and withered leaves before my eyes.