When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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.
A hair divides what is false and true.
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.
Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
Drunkards are doomed to hell, so men declare, Believe it not, 'tis but a foolish scare; Heaven will be empty as this hand of mine, If none who love good drink find entrance there.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon; Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty face Lighting a little Hour or two - is gone.
Oh, the brave music of a distant drum!
Tonight I will make a tun of wine, Set myself up with two bowls of it; First I will divorce absolutely reason and religion, Then take to wife the daughter of the vine.
Ah make the most of what yet we may spend, Before we too into dust descend.
My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.