William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
The EpicureAbraham Cowley (16181667)
(Anacreontiques)
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Around our temples roses twine.
And let us cheerfully awhile,
Like the wine and roses, smile.
Crown’d with roses we contemn
Gyges’ wealthy diadem.
To-day is ours; what do we fear?
To-day is ours; we have it here.
Let’s treat it kindly, that it may
Wish, at least, with us to stay.
Let’s banish business, banish sorrow;
To the gods belongs tomorrow.