The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.
Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.