Song 65. On this verdant Lotus laid
[I]
On this verdant Lotus laid,
Underneath the Myrtles shade,
Let us drink our sorrows dead,
Whilst love plaies the Ganimed.
II
Life like a wheel runs round,
And ere long we underground
(Ta'n by death asunder) must
Molder in forgotten dust.
III
Why then graves should we bedew,
Why the ground with odours strew?
Better whilest alive prepare
Flowers and unguents for our hair.
IV
Come my Fair, and come away,
All our cares behind us lay;
That these pleasures we may know.
Ere we come to those below.