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. The Changes: to Corinna
2. The Apron of Flowers
3. The Lily in a Crystal
4. Lovers How They Come and Part
5. The Kiss: A Dialogue

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

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