Robert Herrick

(1591-1674 / London / England)

A Lyric To Mirth

Poem by Robert Herrick

While the milder fates consent,
Let's enjoy our merriment :
Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play ;
Kiss our dollies night and day :
Crowned with clusters of the vine,
Let us sit, and quaff our wine.
Call on Bacchus, chant his praise ;
Shake the thyrse, and bite the bays :
Rouse Anacreon from the dead,
And return him drunk to bed :
Sing o'er Horace, for ere long
Death will come and mar the song :
Then shall Wilson and Gotiere
Never sing or play more here.

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (12/30/2016 3:24:00 PM)

    In other words, party hardy, dudes! Some things never change!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003