Book I, Epigram 16: Ad Julium

O thou to mee 'mongst my chiefe friends in mind.
(Julius) if antient faith, and tyes ought bind,
The sixtith Consull present is to thee,
And yet thy life knowes small felicitie.
Thou dost not well defer thus to denye,
And call that only thine that is past by:
Cares, and chainpd toyles expect thee, joys nere stay,
But fleeting take their leave, and flie away;
These with spread armes and with eaeh hand embrace,
They oft slide from our bosomes secret'st place.
Credit me t'is not wise, I'le live to stay
To morrow's lif's too late, live thou to day.