Greek lyric poet (570 BC-488 BC)
And last of all comes death.
ANACREON
Odes
Great Bacchus every trouble cures;
Then drink as long as life endures.
For, whilst we drain the rosy bowl,
'Tis all a sunshine of the soul!
ANACREON
Ode XXV, Odes
Pretty Rose, thou gaudy flower,
Sacred to Love's almighty power,
Whence there's no Lover ever seeks,
But finds Thee in his Mistress' cheeks.
ANACREON
Ode V, Odes
Carve for me, O admirable artist, the pleasant cup of Spring.
ANACREON
Ode XVIII, Odes