Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
A drink is shorter than a tale
Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.