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. Wlt Punished Prospers Most
2. To Enjoy the Time
3. No Pains, No Gains
4. Upon Wrinkles
5. Upon Tears

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

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