Pindar and Anacreon/Anacreon/Ode 24
ODE XXIV.—LIFE TO BE ENJOYED.[1]
Born a mortal; doom'd to tread
Life's rough path of pain and wo,
All the past with ease is read,
But the future who can know?
Hence! away, distracting cares,
Make no fellowship with me;
Point not to my silvering hairs,
You and I shall ne'er agree.
Ere fate forbid all further joy,
First amid the festive throng,
Bacchus shall my hours employ
With mirth, and dance, and joyous song.
- ↑ These odes are all nearly similar in subject, and present nothing particularly worthy of remark or illustration.