by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
On a Pint of Sack
Language: English
Old Poets Hipocrin admire, And pray to water to inspire Their wit and Muse with heav'nly fire; Had they this heav'nly fountain seen, Sacke both their well and Muse had beene, And this pint-pot their Hipocrin. Had they truly discoverd it They had like me thought it unfit To pray to water for their wit, And had ador'd Sack as divine, And made a Poet God of Wine, And this pint-pot had been a shrine. Sack unto them had been in stead Of Nector, and their heav'nly bread, And ev'ry boy a Ganimed; Or had they made a God of it, Or stil'd it patron of their wit, This pot had been a temple fit. Well then Companions is't not fit, Since to this Jemme we ow our wit, That we should prayse the Cabonet, And drink a health to this divine And bounteous pallace of our wine; Die he with thirst that doth repine.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author ( Mr. N. N. )  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Lawes (c1595 - 1662), "On a Pint of Sack", published 1655 [ voice and continuo ], from The Second Book of Ayres, and Dialogues, no. 35, Confirmed with The Second Book of Ayres and Dialogues, for One, Two, and Three, by Henry Lawes, John Playford, London 1655, Page 29. [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2021-12-31
Line count: 24
Word count: 155