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. Felicity Quick of Flight
2. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman
3. Upon Tears
4. Purposes
5. On Himself (Live by thy Muse thou shalt, when others die)

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

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