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Anacreontiques:
OR,
Some Copies of Verses Translated
Paraphrastically out of
Anacreon

from Miscellanies, Poems (1656; editor's copy)

VIII.
The Epicure.

FIll the Bowl with rosie Wine,
Around our temples Roses twine,
And let us chearfully awhile,
Like the Wine and Roses smile.
Crown'd with Roses we contemn
Gyge's wealthy Diadem.
To day is Ours; what do we feare?
To day is Ours; we have it here.
Let's treat it kindely, that it may
Wish, at least, with us to stay.
Let's banish Business, banish Sorrow;
To the Gods belongs To morrow.

This text normalized in the same way as Cowley's "Hymn to Light."
All the Anacreontiques: 1. Love, 2. Drinking, 3. Beauty, 4. The Duel, 5. Age, 6. The Account, 7. Gold, 8. The Epicure, 9. Another, 10. The Grasshopper, 11. The Swallow
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