Quick! we have but a second, br Fill round the cup while you may; br For time, the churl, hath beckon'd, br And we must away, away! br Grasp the pleasure that's flying, br For oh, not Orpheus' strain br Could keep sweet hours from dying, br Or charm them to life again. br Then, quick! we have but a second, br Fill round the cup while you may! br For Time, the churl hath beckon'd, br And we must away, away. br br See the glass, how it flushes, br Like some young Hebe's lip, br And half meets thine, and blushes br That thou shouldst delay to sip.