Five Senses

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <p class="center"><span class="huge">THE FIVE SENSES</span></p> <span class="giant">O</span><small>H</small>, why do men their glasses clink<br/> When good old honest wine they drink?<br/> <br/> Wine is so excellent a thing<br/> To lowest subject, or to highest king,<br/> That every sense alike should share<br/> The pleasure that can banish care.<br/> Thus may each merry eye <i>behold</i><br/> The sparkle of the red or gold.<br/> Our lips may <i>feel</i> the goblet's edge<br/> And <i>taste</i> the loving cup we pledge.<br/> While from each foaming glass escape<br/> The precious <i>perfumes</i> of the grape.<br/> But ah, we <i>hear</i> it not, and so<br/> We give the <i>touch</i> that all men know.<br/> And thus do all the senses share<br/> The pleasure that can banish care.<br/> <br/> And that is why the glasses clink<br/> When good old honest wine we drink. <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />