Here you will find the Poem Two Gentlemen That Broke Their Promise of poet James Shirley
There is no faith in claret, and it shall Henceforth with me be held apocryphal. I'll trust a small-beer promise, nay, a troth Washed in the Thames, before a French wine oath. That grape, they say, is binding; yes, 'tis so, And it has made your souls thus costive too. Circe transformed the Greeks; no hard design, For some can do as much with claret wine Upon themselves; witness you two, allowed Once honest, now turned air, and à la mode. Begin no health in this, or if by chance The King's 'twill question your allegiance; And men will, after all your ruffling, say You drink as some do fight, in the French way: Engage and trouble many, when 'tis known You spread their interest to wave your own. Away with this false Christian: it shall be An excommunicate from mirth, and me; Give me the Catholic diviner flame, To light me to the fair Odelia's name; 'Tis sack that justifies both man and verse, Whilst you in Lethe-claret still converse. Forget your own names next; and when you look With hope to find, be lost in the church-book.