Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

Anacreontic - Poem by Robert Herrick

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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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