Invitation to Fabullus

And bring the girl with breast of snow,
And wine and wit of ready flow,
And laughter's joyous peal;
Bid but all these my board attend,
And then no doubt, my gallant friend,
We'll have a glorious meal.

For in my coffers spiders weave
Their webs in peace: so thou receive
For all thy kind expense
My lays, of love alone that sing,
Or aught, if aught thy friend can bring,
To please some finer sense.

And I can give thee essence rare
That Loves and Graces gave my fair:
So sweet its odour flows;
Thou'lt pray the gods "may touch and taste
Be quite in smell alone effaced,
And I become all nose."