I Wonder What The Vintners

The Flower That Once Has Blown Forever Dies.

You Know How Little While We Have To Stay, And, Once Departed, May Return No More.

The Rose That Once Has Bloomed Forever Dies.

Indeed The Idols I Have Loved So Long, Have Done My Credit In This World Much Wrong; Have Drowned My Glory In A Shallow Cup, And Sold My Reputation For A Song.

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