Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.

The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.

I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.

Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.

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.

As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.

The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!