The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.