Sonnet 7 (Sonnet 7)

LOue in an humor plaide the prodigall,
And bids my sences to a solemne feast,
Yet more to grace the companie withall,
Inuit…s my ha…t to be the chiefest guest;
No other drinke would serue this gluttons turne,
But pretious teares distilling from mine eine,
Which with my sighs this Epicure doth burne,
Quaffing carowses in this costly wine,
Where, in his cups o'recome with foule excesse,
Beginnes to play a swaggering ruffins part,
And at the banquet, in his drunkennes
S… my deere friend, his kinde and truest hart;
A gent…e warning friends, thus may you see,
What tis to keepe a drunkard companie.