Rise, my joy, sweet mirth attend, I'm resolv'd to be thy friend. He's with Thetis gone to bed, Tho' he will not on me shine, there's brightness in the wine. From Bacchus I'll such lustre borrow, my Face shall be a sun to morrow.
Rise, my joy, sweet mirth attend, I'm resolv'd to be thy friend. He's with Thetis gone to bed, Tho' he will not on me shine, there's brightness in the wine. From Bacchus I'll such lustre borrow, my Face shall be a sun to morrow.