Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.

A drink is shorter than a tale

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.