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

A hair divides what is false and true.

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.

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.