"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."

"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it."

"There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see."

"I come like Water, and like Wind I go."

"The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one."

"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."

"The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes."

"I came 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."

"Taste is the feminine of genius."

"I am all for the short and merry life."

"Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less."

"A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou."

"And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell."

"Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest."