Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

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.

Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.

A drink is shorter than a tale