The honey thefts we won,
At least the pleasant hours
Head down among the flowers,
Swinging jolly in the sun—’
nobody can quite take away. I forget the rest of it.”
“I am happy enough, dear Marcus Aurelius, to dare to be grave. I have a pocketful of moods at your order.
‘Eat, drink, and be merry,
Dance, sing, and rejoice,
With claret and sherry,
Theorbo and voice.’