To M. Kellam

What! can my Kellam drink his sack
  In goblets to the brim,
And see his Robin Herrick lack,
  Yet send no bowls to him?

For love or pity to his muse,
  That she may flow in verse,
Contemn to recommend a cruse,
  But send to her a tierce.

Published in Hesperides

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