Each man of happy sight, who would The way of heart's content fare,
Doth to the tavern-nook, the house Of will and free intent, fare

The pilgrim, with the half-maund cup, All mysteries resolveth
Of the Unseen, that in the world, To vision evident, fare.

Come and hear wisdom from my lips; For thence do words, still pregnant
With profitable subtleties, By Gabriel's favour lent, fare.

Nought but debauchery seek ye From me; for this same usance
Doth with the star that ruled my birth Forever in consent fare.

On the wrong hand thou rosest up This morning: peradventure
Did last night's tale of wine beyond Thy fitting complement fare.

Except that leach, the Jesus-breathed, A miracle accomplish,
Long since past visits did my case And past medicament fare.

A thousand thanks that Hafiz from The winehouse nook, yest'reven,
Did to the coign of piety And faith obedient fare!