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How He Would Drink His Wine

by Robert Herrick, 1648

Fill me my wine in crystal; thus, and thus
I see’t in’s puris naturalibus:
Unmix’d. I love to have it smirk and shine;
’Tis sin I know, ’tis sin to throttle wine.
What madman’s he, that when it sparkles so,
Will cool his flames or quench his fires with snow?

Published in Hesperides

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