Seek not, Leuconoee, to know how long you're going to live yet, <br />What boons the gods will yet withhold, or what they're going to give yet; <br />For Jupiter will have his way, despite how much we worry,-- <br />Some will hang on for many a day, and some die in a hurry. <br />The wisest thing for you to do is to embark this diem <br />Upon a merry escapade with some such bard as I am. <br />And while we sport I'll reel you off such odes as shall surprise ye; <br />To-morrow, when the headache comes,--well, then I'll satirize ye!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-leuconoee/
