Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

Too much wit makes the world rotten.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.