Foolish Lover, go and seek
   For the damask of the rose,
   And the lilies white dispose 
To adorn thy mistress cheek:

Steal some star out of the sky,
   Rob the phoenix, and the east
   Of her wealthy sweets divest, 
To enrich her breath or eye!

We thy borrow'd pride despise:
   For this wine to which we are
   Votaries, is richer far 
Than her cheek, or breath, or eyes.

And should that coy fair one view
   These diviner beauties, she
   In this flame would rival thee,
And be taught to love thee too.

Come, then, break thy wanton chain, 
   That when this brisk wine hath spread 
   On thy paler cheek a red,
Thou, like us, may'st Love disdain.

Love, thy power must yield to wine!
   And whilst thus ourselves we arm,
   Boldly we defy thy charm: 
For these flames extinguish thine.