Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 35

OMemorie (the Relicke of my Sence)
Whie yet remainst, to make me yet remaine
A Relike of my Fancies sowle offence,
That lov'd for hate, and woo'd, but for disdaine?
Carowse of Loethe, make thie Cuppe, my Scull,
Vntill thou bee dead-drunke; then, like the Blest,
I shall bee full of rest, as thou art full
Of that forgetfulnes which myndes but rest.
And thou relentlesse Diamond, too deere,
(Too deere for mee, that offer'd mee, for thee)
Shal, to the World, in woorth the lesse appeare
Sith thou proust nothing woorth to, wronged mee:
Then, sith thou art nought woorth, but in th'Exchange,
I will not mee, for thee, now, interchange.