Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.
Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.
Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.