Love in a humor play'd the prodigal <br />And bade my Senses to a solemn feast; <br />Yet, more to grace the company withal, <br />Invites my Heart to be the chiefest guest. <br />No other drink would serve this glutton's turn <br />But precious tears distilling from mine eyne, <br />Which with my sighs this epicure doth burn, <br />Quaffing carouses in this costly wine; <br />Where, in his cups o'ercome with foul excess, <br />Straightways he plays a swaggering ruffian's part, <br />And at the banquet in his drunkenness <br />Slew his dear friend, my kind and truest Heart. <br />A gentle warning, friends, thus may you see <br />What 'tis to keep a drunkard company.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vii-love-in-a-humour/
