. Anacreon : . for more Wine I call, drink, dance, and roar. 41 The Swallow. XXXV. Gentle swallow, thou we know Every year dost come and go ; In the spring thy nest thou makst; In the winter it f orsakst, And divertst thyself awhile Near the Memphian towers, or Nile: But Love in my suffering breast Builds, and never quits his nest; First one Loves hatchd; when that flies, In the shell another lies; Then a third is half exposd ; Then a whole brood is disclosd. 42 Which for meat still peeping cry,Whilst the others that can fly-Do their callow brethren feed,And grown up, they young ones
. Anacreon : . for more Wine I call, drink, dance, and roar. 41 The Swallow. XXXV. Gentle swallow, thou we know Every year dost come and go ; In the spring thy nest thou makst; In the winter it f orsakst, And divertst thyself awhile Near the Memphian towers, or Nile: But Love in my suffering breast Builds, and never quits his nest; First one Loves hatchd; when that flies, In the shell another lies; Then a third is half exposd ; Then a whole brood is disclosd. 42 Which for meat still peeping cry,Whilst the others that can fly-Do their callow brethren feed,And grown up, they young ones then will become of meBound to pain incessantly,Whilst so many Loves conspireOn my heart by turns to tire ? 43 [^Cheerful XXXVI. Vex no more thyself and meWith demure philosophy:Hollow precepts, only fitTo amuse the busy wit;Teach me brisk Lyseus rites;Teach me Venus blithe delights;Jove loves water, give me wine ;That my soul ere I resignMay tliis cure of sorrow have;Theres no drinking in the 44 The Sj^ See the Spring herself the Graces gather roses ;See how the becalmed seasNow their swelling waves appease;How the duck swims, how the craneComes from winters home again;See how Titans cheerful rayChaseth the dark clouds away;Now in their new robes of greenAre the ploughmans labours seen ;Now the lusty teeming EarthSprings each hour with a new birth; 45 Now the olive blooms : the vineNow doth with plump pendants shine;And with leaves and blossom nowFreshly bourgeons every bough. 46 [^On Himself.]XXXVIII. Old I am, yet can (I think) Those that younger are out-drink ; When I dance no staff I take, But a well-filld bottle shake : He that doth in war delight, Come, and with these arms lets fight; Fill the cup, let loose a flood Of the rich grapes luscious blood ; Old I am, and therefore may, Like Silenus, drink and play. 47 [^Frolic WineJ]XXXIX. When I ply the cheering bowl,Brisk Lyseus through my soulStraight such lively joy diffusesTha
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