Stay.

Dalou, Bacchanale, 1898

The EPICURE

Fill he bowl with rosy wine,

Around our temples roses twine.

And let us cheerfully awhile,

Like the wine and roses smile.

Crown'd with roses we contemn

Gyge's wealthy diadem.

Today is ours; what do we fear?

Today is ours; we have it here.

Let's treat it kindly, that it may

Wish, at least, with us to stay.

Let's banish business, banish sorrow;
To the Gods belongs tomorrow.

Abraham Cowley