THE FIVE SENSES

Oh, why do men their glasses clink

When good old honest wine they drink?

Wine is so excellent a thing

To lowest subject, or to highest king,

That every sense alike should share

The pleasure that can banish care.

Thus may each merry eye behold

The sparkle of the red or gold.

Our lips may feel the goblet's edge

And taste the loving cup we pledge.

While from each foaming glass escape

The precious perfumes of the grape.

But ah, we hear it not, and so

We give the touch that all men know.

And thus do all the senses share

The pleasure that can banish care.

And that is why the glasses clink

When good old honest wine we drink.