A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick






71. 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.

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