For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest. — Anacreon Copy Share Image
Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk, than dead to lie. — Anacreon Copy Share Image
For when we quaff the gen'rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus,… — Anacreon Copy Share Image
Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain. — Anacreon Copy Share Image
“Boy with a maiden's glance, I seek you out, but you hear not, Unknowing that you are the charioteer Of my soul.” — Anacreon Copy Share Image
Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine's wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: 'Tis better drunk,… — Anacreon Copy Share Image
Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents,… — Anacreon Copy Share Image
Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least… — Anacreon Copy Share Image
