"Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore – but was I sober when I swore? And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand My impulsive spirit to the wind I threw."

"The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw, And Kings the Throne of Jamshyd high o'erthrew, In whose high Courts the crowing Cock might once Have crow'd, but now the Lizard and the Rue."

"For in and out, above, about, below, 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Play'd by the Magic Lantern born of Night, And into perfect Light begins to flow."

"Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!"

"The pleasures of this world are fleeting, but the sorrows are eternal."