Classic Poem

To Venus, Bacchus , and the Nine
Our future Moments we'll resign,
Sincerer Pleasures can we prove?
Glory , and Riches we disdain,
While, with the Muses , and Champagne ,
We fill the Intervals of Love .

II.

Let Heroes quarrel for Command,
Let Merchants toil by Sea, and Land ,
For Favours fawning Courtiers bend,
While, Cloi , we contented live,
With whate'er Fortune deigns to give,
Nor fear , or wish our days may end.

III.

And since both you, and I, and All
Must Sacrifices surely fall
To Age , devouring Time , and Fate ,
Say, can we be too much in hast
To live? this very Hour we wast;
The next perhaps, may come too late .

IV.

I've heard the Muses in a Quire,
I've heard Apollo 's golden Lyre,
Propitious in their sacred Grove,
Now Bacchus waits; then hast away,
My charming Cloi , while we may,
Let's spend the Night in Wine , and Love .