We Frolic While 'tis May.

From Helicon's Harmonious Springs A Thousand Rills Their Mazy Progress Take.

Behind The Steps That Misery Treads Approaching Comfort View: The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow Chastised By Sabler Tints Of Woe, And Blended Form, With Artful Strife, The Strength And Harmony Of Life.

Scatter Plenty O'er A Smiling Land.

Each In His Narrow Cell Forever Laid, The Rude Forefathers Of The Hamlet Sleep.

Now As The Paradisiacal Pleasures Of The Mahometans Consist In Playing Upon The Flute And Lying With Houris, Be Mine To Read Eternal New Romances Of Marivaux And Crebillon.