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Poem by Robert Herrick


A Lyric to Mirth


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. 



Robert Herrick


Robert Herrick's other poems:
  1. Upon Shark
  2. To Sir Clipsby Crew
  3. His Last Request to Julia
  4. Things Mortal Still Mutable (Epigram)
  5. A Country Life: to His Brother, Mr Thomas Herrick


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