My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.

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.

By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.

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.

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.

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