Sine Cerere et Baccho

SAY Cytharaean maid, why with thy sonne,
Both handes and feete thon warmest at the fire?
Who wont your selues, t'enkindle many a one,
With gentle flames, of kindly loues desire:
I ghesse cause BACCHVS is not present heere,
With mirthfull wine, nor CERES with her cheere.

Where Temp'rance and Sobrietie do raigne,
There lustfull vice, and pleasure frozen are:
And vertue best, there liketh to remaine;
When often times th' effectes of daintie fare,
And drunken healthes, are quarrelles and debate,
Blaspheming, whoredome, oathes and deadlie hate.