Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. And in thy right hand lead with thee To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free; To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, Then to come, in spite of sorrow, While the cock, with lively din, From the side of some hoar hill, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate The clouds in thousand liveries dight; |