I. <br /> Now the peace is made at the foes rate, <br />Whilst men of armes to kettles their old helmes translate, <br /> And drinke in caskes of honourable plate. <br /> In ev'ry hand [let] a cup be found, <br /> That from all hearts a health may sound <br /> To GORING! to GORING! see 't goe round. <br /> <br /> II. <br /> He whose glories shine so brave and high, <br />That captive they in triumph leade each care and eye, <br /> Claiming uncombated the victorie, <br /> And from the earth to heav'n rebound, <br /> Fixt there eternall as this round: <br /> To GORING! to GORING! see him crown'd. <br /> <br /> III. <br /> To his lovely bride, in love with scars, <br />Whose eyes wound deepe in peace, as doth his sword in wars; <br /> They shortly must depose the Queen of Stars: <br /> Her cheekes the morning blushes give, <br /> And the benighted world repreeve; <br /> To LETTICE! to LETTICE! let her live. <br /> <br /> IV. <br /> Give me scorching heat, thy heat, dry Sun, <br />That to this payre I may drinke off an ocean: <br /> Yet leave my grateful thirst unquensht, undone; <br /> Or a full bowle of heav'nly wine, <br /> In which dissolved stars should shine, <br /> To the couple! to the couple! th' are divine.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-generall-goring-after-the-pacification-2/
