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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Live Merrily, And To Trust To Good Verses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now is the time for mirth,<br> Nor cheek or tongue be dumb;<br>For with the flow'ry earth<br> The golden pomp is come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The golden pomp is come;<br> For now each tree does wear,<br>Made of her pap and gum,<br> Rich beads of amber here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now reigns the rose, and now<br> Th' Arabian dew besmears<br>My uncontrolled brow<br> And my retorted hairs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homer, this health to thee,<br> In sack of such a kind<br>That it would make thee see<br> Though thou wert ne'er so blind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next, Virgil I'll call forth<br> To pledge this second health<br>In wine, whose each cup's worth<br> An Indian commonwealth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A goblet next I'll drink<br> To Ovid, and suppose,<br>Made he the pledge, he'd think<br> The world had all one nose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then this immensive cup<br> Of aromatic wine,<br>Catullus, I quaff up<br> To that terse muse of thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wild I am now with heat;<br> O Bacchus! cool thy rays!<br>Or frantic, I shall eat<br> Thy thyrse, and bite the bays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round, round the roof does run;<br> And being ravish'd thus,<br>Come, I will drink a tun<br> To my Propertius.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, to Tibullus, next,<br> This flood I drink to thee;<br>But stay, I see a text<br> That this presents to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, Tibullus lies<br> Here burnt, whose small return<br>Of ashes scarce suffice<br> To fill a little urn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trust to good verses then;<br> They only will aspire,<br>When pyramids, as men,<br> Are lost i' th' funeral fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when all bodies meet,<br> In Lethe to be drown'd,<br>Then only numbers sweet<br> With endless life are crown'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Herrick">Robert Herrick</a><div class=q>
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 Nor cheek or tongue be dumb;
For with the flow'ry earth
 The golden pomp is come.

The golden pomp is come;
 For now each tree does wear,
Made of her pap and gum,
 Rich beads of amber here.

Now reigns the rose, and now..."></div>
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