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Robert Herrick (1591-1674)

To Live Merrily, and to Trust to Good Verses


              1Now is the time for mirth,
              2      Nor cheek or tongue be dumb;
              3For with the flow'ry earth
              4      The golden pomp is come.

              5The golden pomp is come;
              6      For now each tree does wear,
              7Made of her pap and gum,
              8      Rich beads of amber here.

              9Now reigns the rose, and now
            10      Th' Arabian dew besmears
            11My uncontrolled brow
            12      And my retorted hairs.

            13Homer, this health to thee,
            14      In sack of such a kind
            15That it would make thee see
            16      Though thou wert ne'er so blind.

            17Next, Virgil I'll call forth
            18      To pledge this second health
            19In wine, whose each cup's worth
            20      An Indian commonwealth.

            21A goblet next I'll drink
            22      To Ovid, and suppose,
            23Made he the pledge, he'd think
            24      The world had all one nose.

            25Then this immensive cup
            26      Of aromatic wine,
            27Catullus, I quaff up
            28      To that terse muse of thine.

            29Wild I am now with heat;
            30      O Bacchus! cool thy rays!
            31Or frantic, I shall eat
            32      Thy thyrse, and bite the bays.

            33Round, round the roof does run;
            34      And being ravish'd thus,
            35Come, I will drink a tun
            36      To my Propertius.

            37Now, to Tibullus, next,
            38      This flood I drink to thee;
            39But stay, I see a text
            40      That this presents to me.

            41Behold, Tibullus lies
            42      Here burnt, whose small return
            43Of ashes scarce suffice
            44      To fill a little urn.

            45Trust to good verses then;
            46      They only will aspire,
            47When pyramids, as men,
            48      Are lost i' th' funeral fire.

            49And when all bodies meet,
            50      In Lethe to be drown'd,
            51Then only numbers sweet
            52      With endless life are crown'd.

Notes

22 ff.] Ovid, Catullus, Propertius, and Tibullus were Latin poets of the first century B.C.

24] one nose: pun on Ovid's name Publius Ovidius Naso.


Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
Published by the Web Development Group, Information Technology Services, University of Toronto Libraries.

Original text: Robert Herrick, Hesperides (London: for John Williams and F. Eglesfield to be sold by Thomas Hunt, 1648), of which a section called "His Noble Numbers: or, his Pious Pieces" has a separate title-page dated 1647. Facs. edn. Menston: Scolar, 1969. PR 3512 H4 1648A ROBA
First publication date: 1648
RPO poem editor: N. J. Endicott
RP edition: 3RP 1.199-200.
Recent editing: 4:2002/2/6

Form: Trimeter Quatrains
Rhyme: abab


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