A hair divides what is false and true.
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, before we too into the dust descend.
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.
When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
A Book of Verses undeneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness- Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow