 And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell. |
| There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see. |
| The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes. |
| The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one. |
| A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou. |
| I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. |
| I am all for the short and merry life. |
| Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too. |
| Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest. |
| I come like Water, and like Wind I go. |
| The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. |
| Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less. |
| If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple. |
| Taste is the feminine of genius. |
| I came like Water, and like Wind I go. |
