Invade me not whilst the full bowl
Glows on my cheek, and warms my soul.
Be that the only time to rest,
When I no wine, no joys can taste:
Short, very short, then, be thy reign,
For I’m in haste to live again.
But oh! if melting in my arms,
The nymph belov’d, with all her charms,
In some sweet dream should then surprise,
And grant what waking she denies;