Lines on drinking out of a goblet, which a lady had previously used.
Where the goblet’s crystal lip
Challenges the transient sip,
Deep I drink the flowing bowl,
While rapture fills my tranced soul.
Ask you why so deep I drink?
Why still I hover o’er the brink?
Because those lips so red, so fair
Have left a kiss commingling there.
Whose sweets the sparkling juice refine
And into nectar change the wine:
’Tis why I deeply quaff the bowl,
While rapture fills my tranced soul!