Bargain, The. 
By Finch, Anne (Countess of Winchilsea). 

(A song in dialogue between Bacchus and Cupid)

Cupid

Bacchus, to thee that turn'st the brain,
And dost o'er mighty punch-bowls reign,
Enthroned upon thy lusty barrel
I drink to drain the ancient quarrel,
And mortals shall no more dispute
Which of us two is absolute.

Bacchus

I pledge thee, Archer, nor disdain
To own thou over hearts dost reign;
But tears thou drink'st, drawn from low courage,
And cooled with sighs instead of borage:
Were that error once amended
All might in Champagne be ended.

Cupid

I am content, so we may join
To mix my waters with thy wine;
Then henceforth farewell all defying,
And thus we'll still be found complying:
He that's in love shall fly to thee,
And he that's drunk shall reel to me.