Poem by Robert Herrick

Anacreontic

Born I was to be old,
And for to die here;
After that, in the mould
Long for to lie here.
But before that day comes,
Still I be bousing;
For I know, in the tombs
There's no carousing.

1. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
2. Upon the Detracter
3. The Succession of the Four Sweet Months
4. Upon Tears
5. Love, What It Is

William Shenstone Anacreontic ("'Twas in a cool Aonian glade")

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