Henry King, Bishop of Chichester

To One That Demaunded Why The Wine Sparkles

Wee doe not give the wine a sparkling name 
As if wee meant those sparkes emply’d a flame; 
The flame lyes in our bloud: And ’tis desire 
Fed by loose appetite setts us on fire. 
He that drinks wine for health, nor for excess, 
Nor drownes his temper in a drunkenness, 
Shall feel no more the wines unruly fate, 
Then in he dranke some chilling Opiate.