Classic Poem

Mes cheveux.

Good friends, my table-sermon hear;
I'm Gaiety's apostle:
Freedom and Ease — hold fast to these,
If Fate you care to jostle!
In joyous leisure taking pleasure,
Grandeur and wealth eschew —
I'm bald because I've been so sage:
Sure, I may lecture you

Good friends, of joy without alloy
Would you some moments share;
Drink — just a little: wine can drown
Ennui, ill-temper, care.
This mantling cup can conjure up
Light hearts; come, drink anew:
I'm bald because I've been so sage:
Sure, I may lecture you

Good friends, 'tis nought, this laughing, quaffing,
If Love no influence lend;
From Beauty's charms and open arms,
Learn how your days to spend!
Glory and wealth, your youth, your health,
Give all, if Beauty woo:
I'm bald because I've been so sage:
Sure, I may lecture you

Good friends, hard fate and envious hate
Can thus no evil work:
Thus crowding life into a span,
Our sad old years we shirk.
Ay, purchase this deep draught of bliss
With age, you'd only rue —
I'm bald because I've been so sage:
Sure, I may lecture you.