University of Virginia Library

TO TIME.

AN ANACREONTIC.

Come hither—pry'thee haste, old Time,
And see what joys amongst us reign;
The bottle, music, girls, and rhime,
And Friendship's soul, delight the scene.
Then hither pr'ythee, Time, repair,
And taste the pleasures, Gods should share.
The Tuscan juice profusely flows;
We sing of Love, and Delia's charms;
When Morning warns us to repose,
We clasp a fav'rite in our arms.
Then hither, &c.
Ah, could our joys for ever last!
But, Time, thy minutes fly too fast:
Yet wouldst thou pass one evening here,
Thou'dst make each hour a thousand year.
Then hither, &c.