A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.

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.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help-for it As impotently moves as you or I

The unbeliever knows his Koran best.

Justice is the soul of the universe.

My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!