FILL the bowl with rosy wine, <br />Around our temples roses twine. <br />And let us cheerfully awhile, <br />Like the wine and roses smile. <br />Crown'd with roses we contemn <br />Gyge's wealthy diadem. <br />Today is ours; what do we fear? <br />Today is ours; we have it here. <br />Let's treat it kindly, that it may <br />Wish, at least, with us to stay. <br />Let's banish business, banish sorrow; <br />To the Gods belongs tomorrow.<br /><br />Abraham Cowley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-epicure/
