If sober, and inclin'd to sport, <br />To you, my fair one, I resort; <br />The still-forbidden bliss to prove, <br />Accuse me then, and blame my love. <br />But if to rashness I incline, <br />Accuse me not, but blame the wine: <br />When Love and Wine at once inspire, <br />What mortal can control his fire. <br />Of late I came, I know not how, <br />Embrac'd my fair, and kiss'd her too; <br />It might be wrong; I feel no shame, <br />And, for the bliss, will bear the blame.<br /><br />Callimachus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-and-wine-inspire/
