Dust Into Dust, And Under

The Thoughtful Soul To Solitude Retires.

Tomorrow! - Why, Tomorrow I May Be Myself With Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

Drink! For You Know Not Whence You Came Nor Why.

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.

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.