O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.

I'll Write, Because I'll Give - You Critics Means To Live; For Should I Not Supply - The Cause, The Effect Would Die

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

Like Will To Like, Each Creature Loves His Kind.

And As This Round (ring) Is Nowhere Found To Flaw, Or Else To Sever. So Let Our Love As Endless Prove And Pure As Gold Forever.