When he drinks becomes he drunken;
When we drink we are enraptured.
Sparkling gleams of wit, worth dreaming,
Flash from tongues like angel's seeming,
And with ardor we are teeming,
And alone with beauty drunken.
Well resembles wine the shower
Which to mire fresh mire amasses,
But to fair fields brings a dower
Rich in blessing as it passes.