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

A hair divides what is false and true.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

The unbeliever knows his Koran best.

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.

The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.