Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.
Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!