Born I was to be old, <br />And for to die here; <br />After that, in the mould <br />Long for to lie here. <br />But before that day comes, <br />Still I be bousing; <br />For I know, in the tombs <br />There's no carousing.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anacreontic/
