Classic Poem

When I see the young Men play,
Young me thinks I am as they;
And my aged thoughts lay'd by,
To the Dance, with Joy I fly:
Come, a flowry Chaplet lend me,
Youth, and mirthful thoughts attend me;
Age be gone, wee'l dance among
Those that young are and be young:
Bring some Wine Boy, fill about;
You shall see the old Man 's stout;
Who can laugh and tipple too,
And be mad as well as you.