Now that in mid career, checking his force, <br />The bright sun pauses in his pride and force, <br />Let us prepare to dine; and eat and drink <br />The best of everything that heart can think: <br />And let the shapely Spartan damsel fair <br />Bring with a rounded arm and graceful air <br />Water to wash, and garlands for our hair: <br />In spite of all the systems and the rules <br />Invented and observed by sickly fools, <br />Let us be brave, and resolutely drink; <br />Not minding if the Dog-star rise or sink.<br /><br />Theognis of Megara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-time-for-wine/
