Man's life is warm, glad, sad, 'twixt loves and graves,
  Boundless in hope, honoured with pangs austere,
Heaven-gazing; and his angel-wings he craves.—
  The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear,
A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves,
  Quickened with touches of transporting fear.

JENNY kiss'd me when we met,
  Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
  Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
  Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
  Jenny kiss'd me.

LILY on liquid roses floating—
 So floats yon foam o'er pink champagne:
Fain would I join such pleasant boating,
  And prove that ruby main,
  And float away on wine!

Those seas are dangerous (greybeards swear)
  Whose sea-beach is the goblet's brim;
And true it is they drown Old Care—
  But what care we for him,
  So we but float on wine?