"Whoe'er thou art, thrice welcome to these plains,
"Where bitter dole ne'er shows her hateful head,
"Good-fellowship wons here, and free from pains
"Both youth and eld the paths of pleasure tread;
"Catch flying bliss, ne be by ought foresaid;
"Think that this life is but a little span;
"Then laugh, and sport, and shun all dreryhed,
"Thy rolling days in present pleasures plan,
"Come, spend thy hours in joy, thou son of mortal man.