THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
And drinks and gapes for drink again;
The plants suck in
the earth, and are
With constant drinking fresh and fair;
The sea itself (which one would think
but little need of drink)
Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up,
So filld that they oerflow the cup.
Sun (and one would guess
By s drunken fiery face no less)
Drinks up the sea, and when hes done,
Moon and Stars drink up the Sun:
They drink and dance by their own light,
They drink and revel all the
Nothing in Natures sober found,
But an eternal health goes round.
Fill up the bowl, then, fill it high,
all the glasses therefor why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?
UNDERNEATH this myrtle shade,
On flowery beds supinely laid,
With odorous oils my head
And around it roses growing,
What should I do but drink away
The heat and troubles of the
In this more than kingly state
Love himself on me shall wait.
Fill to me, Love! nay, fill it up!
cast into the cup
Wit and mirth and noble fires,
Vigorous health and gay desires.
The wheel of life no less
In a smooth than rugged way:
Since it equally doth flee,
Let the motion pleasant be.
Why do we
precious ointments shower?
Nobler wines why do we pour?
Beauteous flowers why do we spread
the monuments of the dead?
Nothing they but dust can show,
Or bones that hasten to be so.
with roses while I live,
Now your wines and ointments give:
After death I nothing crave,
Let me alive my
All are Stoics in the grave.
FOOLISH prater, what dost thou
So early at my window do?
Cruel bird, thoust taen away
dream out of my arms to-day;
A dream that neer must equalld be
By all that waking eyes may see.
this damage to repair
Nothing half so sweet and fair,
Nothing half so good, canst bring,
Tho men say thou
bringst the Spring.
IT was a dismal, and a fearful night,
Scarce could the Morn drive on th unwilling Light.
Sleep, Deaths image, left my troubled breast
By something liker Death possest.
My eyes with tears did
And on my soul hung the dull weight
Of some intolerable fate.
What bell was that?
Ah me! too much I know!
My sweet companion, and my gentle peer,
Why hast thou left me thus unkindly here,
for ever, and my life to moan?
O thou hast left me all alone!
Thy soul and body, when deaths agony
around thy noble heart,
Did not with more reluctance part
Than I, my dearest Friend, do part from thee.
My dearest Friend, would I had died for thee!
Life and this world henceforth will tedious be:
shall I know hereafter what to do
If once my griefs prove tedious too.
Silent and sad I walk about all day,
sullen ghosts stalk speechless by
Where their hid treasures lie;
Alas! my treasures gone; why do I stay?
Say, for you saw us, ye immortal lights,
How oft unwearied have we spent the nights,
Ledæan stars, so famed for love,
Wonderd at us from above!
We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine;
search of deep Philosophy,
Wit, Eloquence, and Poetry
Arts which I loved, for they, my Friend, were
Ye fields of Cambridge, our dear Cambridge, say,
Have ye not seen us walking every day?
there a tree about which did not know
The love betwixt us two?
Henceforth, ye gentle trees, for ever fade;