An Anacreontick
BUSY, curious, thirsy Fly,Gently drink, and drink as I;Freely welcome to my Cup,Could'st thou sip, and sip it up;Make the most of Life you may,Life is short and wears away.
Just alike, both mine and thine,Hasten quick to their Decline;Thine's a Summer, mine's no more,Though repeated to threescore;Threescore Summers when they're gone,Will appear as short as one.
