"Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest."
"And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Where under crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help for it As impotently moves as you or I."
"I am all for the short and merry life."
"I come like Water, and like Wind I go."
"I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head."
"If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple."
"Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too."
"Taste is the feminine of genius."
"The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes."
"The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one."
"There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see."
"Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less."
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"
"Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; tomorrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where."
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