'Tis Wine that inspires, 
and quencheth Lov's fires,
teaches fools how to rule a State,
Mayds ne'r did approve it,
because those that love it
dispise and laugh at their hate.

The Drinkers of Beer
Did ne'r yet appear
In matters of any weight;
'Tis he whose designe
Is quickn'd by Wine
That raises things to their height.

We then should it prize,
For never black eyes
Made wounds which this could not heale;
Who then doth refuse
To drink of this Juice,
Is a Foe to the Common-weale.