Now, Now, The Mirth Comes - The Hymns and Carols of Christmas
Now, Now, The Mirth Comes - The Hymns and Carols of Christmas
Now, Now, The Mirth Comes - The Hymns and Carols of Christmas
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“<strong>Now</strong>, <strong>Now</strong> <strong>The</strong> <strong>Mirth</strong> <strong>Comes</strong>”<br />
Wild I am now with heat;<br />
O Bacchus! coole thy Raies!<br />
Or frantick I shall eate<br />
Thy Thyrse, <strong>and</strong> bite the Bayes.<br />
Round, round, the ro<strong>of</strong> do's run;<br />
And being ravisht thus,<br />
Come, I will drink a Tun<br />
To my Propertius.<br />
<strong>Now</strong>, to Tibullus, next,<br />
This flood I drink to thee:<br />
But stay; I see a Text,<br />
That this presents to me.<br />
Behold, Tibullus lies<br />
Here burnt, whose smal return<br />
Of ashes, scarce suffice<br />
To fill a little Urne.<br />
Trust to good Verses then;<br />
<strong>The</strong>y onely will aspire,<br />
When Pyramids, as men,<br />
Are lost, i'th'funerall fire.<br />
And when all Bodies meet<br />
In Lethe to be drown'd;<br />
<strong>The</strong>n onely Numbers sweet,<br />
With endless life are crown'd.<br />
Note: This poem is included due to its similarity to the poem that begins: “<strong>Now</strong>, <strong>Now</strong> <strong>The</strong><br />
<strong>Mirth</strong> <strong>Comes</strong>.”<br />
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