Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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.
To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.