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. His Last Request to Julia
2. Things Mortal Still Mutable (Epigram)
3. To Sapho
4. To Be Merry
5. Upon Love (A crystal vial Cupid brought)

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

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