Twice does he live who can enjoy the remembrance of the past.
Time is a stream which glides smoothly on and is past before we know.
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.
We praise times past, while we times present use; Yet due the worship which to each we give.
Fair Flora! Now attend thy sportful feast, Of which some days I with design have past; A part in April and a part in May Thou claim'st, and both command my tuneful lay; And as the confines of two months are thine To sing of both the double task be mine.
