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THOMAS JORDAN

1612 ?-1685

344                      Coronemus nos Rosis antequam marcescant

LET us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,
With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!
The changeable world to our joy is unjust,
       All treasures uncertain,
       Then down with your dust!
In frolics dispose your pounds, shillings, and pence,
For we shall be nothing a hundred years hence.
Well sport and be free with Moll, Betty, and Dolly,
Have oysters and lobsters to cure melancholy:
Fish-dinners will make a lass spring like a flea,
       Dame Venus, loves lady,
       Was born of the sea;
With her and with Bacchus well tickle the sense,
For we shall be past it a hundred years hence.
Your most beautiful bride who with garlands is crownd
And kills with each glance as she treads on the ground,
Whose lightness and brightness doth shine in such splendour
       That none but the stars
       Are thought fit to attend her,
Though now she be pleasant and sweet to the sense,
Will be damnable mouldy a hundred years hence.
Then why should we turmoil in cares and in fears,
Turn all our tranquillty to sighs and to tears?
Lets eat, drink, and play till the worms do corrupt us,
       Tis certain, Post mortem
       Nulla voluptas.
For health, wealth and beauty, wit, learning and sense,
Must all come to nothing a hundred years hence.

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