ROSE, 
*37 
GATHER YOUR ROSES. 
ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS. 
Live while you live, my boys ! 
Yet while the lamp doth shine; 
Gather your roses 
Ere they decline. 
Man makes himself both cares and pains; 
He seeks for thorns, and thorns he gains; 
But lets, alas ! unheeded pass 
The violet in his way. 
Live while you live, my boys ! 
Yet while the lamp doth shine; 
Gather your roses * 
Ere they decline. 
ODE. 
ANACREON (TRANSLATED BY MOORE). 
Buds of roses, virgin flowers 
Culled from Cupid's balmy bowers, 
In the bowl of Bacchus steep, 
Till with crimson drops they weep ! 
Twine the rose, the garland twine, 
Every leaf distilling wine ; 
Drink and smile, and learn to think 
That we were born to smile and drink 
