Well I can quaff, I see, To th' number five Or nine; but thrive In frenzy ne'er like thee. _To the number five or nine_, see Note. 654. LONG-LOOKED-FOR COMES AT LAST. Though long it be, years may repay the debt; _None loseth that which he in time may get_. 655. TO YOUTH. Drink wine, and live here blitheful, while ye may: _The morrow's life too late is; live to-day_. 656. NEVER TOO LATE TO DIE. No man comes late unto that place from whence Never man yet had a regredience. _Regredience_, return. 657. A HYMN TO THE MUSES. O you the virgins nine! That do our souls incline To noble discipline! Nod to this vow of mine. Come, then, and now inspire My viol and my lyre With your eternal fire, And make me one entire Composer in your choir. Then I'll your altars strew With roses sweet and new; And ever live a true Acknowledger of you. 658. ON HIMSELF. I'll sing no more, nor will I longer write Of that sweet lady, or that gallant knight. I'll sing no more of frosts, snows, dews and showers; No more of groves, meads, springs and wreaths of flowers. I'll write no more, nor will I tell or sing Of Cupid and his witty cozening: I'll sing no more of death, or shall the grave No more my dirges and my trentalls have. _Trentalls_, service for the dead. 660. TO MOMUS. Who read'st this book that I have writ, And can'st not mend but carp at it; By all the Muses! thou shalt be Anathema to it and me. 661. AMBITION. In ways to greatness, think on this, _That slippery all ambition is_. 662. THE COUNTRY LIFE, TO THE HONOURED M. END. PORTER, GROOM OF THE BEDCHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY.