Note 2 — Chapter XIII
Reading edition
I was reminded of the Anacreontic to the Grasshopper, and of Cowley’s rendering of it:—
Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king. Thou dost innocently enjoy, Nor does thy luxury destroy. To thee, of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect! happy thou, Dost neither age nor winter know. But when thou’st danced, and drunk, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among (Voluptuous, and wise withal, Epicurean animal,) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir’st to endless rest.