Give, If Thou Can, An

Well I Sup And Well I Dine, When I Drink My Frolic Wine.

Thus Times Do Shift, Each Thing His Turn Does Hold; New Things Succeed, As Former Things Grow Old.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.

Her Eyes The Glowworm Lend Thee, The Shooting Stars Attend Thee; And The Elves Also, Whose Little Eyes Glow Like The Sparks Of Fire, Befriend Thee.

That Age Is Best Which Is The First When Youth And Blood Are Warmer.