What recks it me of Gyges' lot? <br />His wealth and power I envy not. <br /> <br /> <br />My beard with scented oils shall shine, <br />The rose shall deck this brow of mine; <br />So smooth shall glide my life away, <br />The gods have given me to-day; <br />To whom the morrow?-who shall say? <br />Then, Cupid, view a slave in me, <br />And, Bacchus, let me worship thee, <br />Till Death's last pangs Anacreon prove, <br />Then farewell wine, and farewell love.<br /><br />Peter John Allan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-anacreon-ode-xi/
