If friends could choose, so dearly loved art thou,
Liber, unfading roses should be thine,
Short-lived are ours, yet bind therewith thy brow,
And let thy locks with rarest unguents shine,
Crown high the cups with dark Falernian wine,
And follow love with all his dear delight;
Though brief the span that grudging fates assign,
Joy thus may lengthen it in their despite.