Awake, My Little Ones, And

The Entire World Shall Be Populous With That Action Which Saves One Soul From Despair.

If I Don't Enjoy Myself Now, When Shall I?

Better Be Jocund With The Fruitful Grape Than Sadden After None, Or Bitter, Fruit.

Think, In This Batter'd Caravanserai Whose Portals Are Alternate Night And Day, How Sultan After Sultan With His Pomp Abode His Destin'd Hour And Went His Way.

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.