XXI.

Ah, my Belovéd, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears: _To-morrow!_--Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.

This quatrain is translated from C. 348.

Come, O friend! and let us not suffer anguish concerning the morrow. Let us take advantage of these few ready-money moments, When, to-morrow, we depart from the face of the earth We shall be equal with those who went seven thousand years ago.

_Ref._: C. 348, L. 546, B. 540, S.P. 268, P. 122, B. ii. 351, T. 233, P. v. 96.--W. 312, N. 269, V. 586.