Joyful Grass And Grape

And lately, by the Tavern Door agape
Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape
Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder and
He bid me taste of it and it was the Grape

Waste not your Hour nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and dispute
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden with none, or bitter Fruit