I SHALL GO AND RETURN 



How well the skilful gardener drew 

 Of flowers, and herbs, this dial new; 

 Where, from above, the milder sun 

 Does through a fragrant zodiac run, 

 And, as it works, the industrious bee 

 Computes its time as well as we! 

 How could such sweet and wholesome hours 

 Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers? 



A. MARVELL. 



Underneath this myrtle shade, 



On flowery beds supinely laid, 



With odorous oils my head o'erflowing, 



And around it roses growing, 



What should I do but drink away 



The heat, and troubles of the day? 



In this more than kingly state, 



Love himself shall on me wait. 



Fill to me, Love, nay fill it up; 



And mingled cast into the cup, 



Wit, and mirth, and noble fires, 



Vigorous health, and gay desires. 



The wheel of life no less will stay 

 In a smooth then rugged Way. 



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