Пёрселл Генри - Wine in a morning - текст песни (слова)

Wine, wine in a morning makes us frollick and gay 
that like eagles we soar in the pride of the day; 
Gouty sots in hte night only find a decay. 

 'Tis the sun ripes the grape and to drinking gives light: 
We imitate him when by noon we're at height; 
They steal wine who take it when he's out of sight. 

 Boy, fill all the glasses, fill 'em up now he shines, 
The higher he rises, the more he refines; 
But wine and wit palls as their maker declines.