ROSE. 
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 
