Classic Poem

Bacchus father of all sport,
Worker of loues comfort:
Venus best beloued brother
(Like beloued is none other)
Greater father of felicitie,
Fill full with thy diuinitie,
These thirstie, and these emptie vaines.
Thence fuming vp into my braines
Exceede Apollo through thy might,
And make me by thy motion light:
That with alacritie I may
Write pleasing Odes, and still display
Parthenophe , with such high praises
Whose bewtie shepheard's all amases:
And by those meanes her loues obtaine,
Then hauing fill'd vp euery vaine,
I shall be set in perfect state
The rightes of loue to celebrate
Then each yeare fat from my sheepecoate
Thy sacrifice a tydie goate:
And Io Euohê shall bee
Loude chaunted euery where to thee.