Of Cinna his Gossip cup

WHen I with thee, Cinna, doe dine or sup,
Thou still do'st offer me thy Gossips cup:
And though it sauour well, and be well spiced,
Yet I to taste therof am not enticed.
Now sith you needs will haue me cause alledge,
While I straine curt'sie in that cup to pledge:
One said, thou mad'st that cup so hote of spice,
That it had made thee now a widdower twice.
I will not say 'tis so, nor that I thinke it:
But good Sir, pardon me, I cannot drinke it.