Gran. <br />O For a Bowle of fatt Canary, <br />Rich Palermo, sparkling Sherry, <br />Some Nectar else, from Iuno's Daiery, <br />O these draughts would make vs merry. <br /> <br />Psyllus. <br />O for a wench, (I deale in faces, <br />And in other dayntier things,) <br />Tickled am I with her Embraces, <br />Fine dancing in such Fairy Ringes. <br /> <br />Manes. <br />O for a plump fat leg of Mutton, <br />Veale, Lambe, Capon, Pigge, & Conney, <br />None is happy but a Glutton, <br />None an Asse but who wants money. <br /> <br />Chor. <br />Wines (indeed,) & Girles are good, <br />But braue victuals feast the bloud, <br />For wenches, wine, and Lusty cheere, <br />Ioue would leape down to surfet heere.<br /><br />John Lyly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-32/
