Desperato's banquet

Come heavy souls oppressed with the weight

Of crimes, or Pangs, or want of your delight,

Come drown in Lethe's sleepy Lake,

Whatever makes you ake.

Drink health from poyson'd bowles

Breath out your cares together with your souls.

Cool Death's a salve

That all may have

There's no distinction in the grave;

Lay down your loads before deaths iron dore,

Sigh, and sigh out, groan once, and groan no more.