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Michael Drayton - Sonnet VII: Love in a Humour
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Love in a humor play`d the prodigal 
And bade my Senses to a solemn feast; 
Yet, more to grace the company withal, 
Invites my Heart to be the chiefest guest. 
No other drink would serve this glutton`s turn 
But precious tears distilling from mine eyne, 
Which with my sighs this epicure doth burn, 
Quaffing carouses in this costly wine; 
Where, in his cups o`ercome with foul excess, 
Straightways he plays a swaggering ruffian`s part, 
And at the banquet in his drunkenness 
Slew his dear friend, my kind and truest Heart. 
A gentle warning, friends, thus may you see 
What `tis to keep a drunkard company.
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