Brisk Methinks I Am, And Fine When I Drink My Cap'Ring Wine: Then To Love I Do Incline, When I Drink My Wanton Wine: And I Wish All Maidens Mine, When I Drink My Sprightly Wine: Well I Sup And Well I Dine, When I Drink My Frolic Wine; But I Languish, Lower, And Pine, When I Want My Fragrant Wine.