Anacreon: Ode I

Of Atreus' sons fain would I write;
And fain of Cadmus would I sing;
My lute is set on Love's delight;
And only Love sounds ev'ry string.

Of late my lute I altered quite,
Both frets and strings for tunes above;
I sung of fierce Alcides' might;
My lute would sound no tune but Love.

Wherefore, ye worthies all, farewell;
No tune but Love my lute can tell.