Wine, No. 8

Take your pleasure, dance and play, Each with other while ye may: Youth is nimble, full of grace; Age is lame, of tardy pace.

We the wars of love should wage, Who are yet of tender age; 'Neath the tents of Venus dwell All the joys that youth loves well.

Young men kindle heart's desire; You may liken them to fire: Old men frighten love away With cold frost and dry decay.