Epigram 43: If sober, and inclin’d to sport

If sober, and inclin’d to sport,
To you, my fair one, I resort;
The still-forbidden bliss to prove,
Accuse me then, and blame my love.
But if to rashness I incline,
Accuse me not, but blame the wine:
When love and wine at once inspire,
What mortal can control his fire ?
Of late I came, I know not how,
Embrac’d my fair, and kiss’d her too ;
It might be wrong; I feel no shame,
And, for the bliss, will bear the blame.