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ODE XV.
['Tis to me no care, the gold]
'Tis to me no care, the gold
By the Sardian Monarch told:
Gold I laugh at, as my foe:
What have I with kings to do?
By the Sardian Monarch told:
Gold I laugh at, as my foe:
What have I with kings to do?
'Tis enough for me, I think,
That my beard its ointment drink.
'Tis enough, around my head
That the rose its sweetness shed:
'Tis care enough, what lives to day;
And let to-morrow have its way.
That my beard its ointment drink.
'Tis enough, around my head
That the rose its sweetness shed:
'Tis care enough, what lives to day;
And let to-morrow have its way.
Now the time is fresh and gay:
Let us drink, and let us play;
Let us to Lyæus pour;
Lest, when disease is at the door,
He bid us, that we drink no more.
Let us drink, and let us play;
Let us to Lyæus pour;
Lest, when disease is at the door,
He bid us, that we drink no more.
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