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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507499" 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] flowery 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] flowery 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
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