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.
He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.