3. And, as the cock crew, those who stood before the Tavern shouted -"Open then the Door ! You know how little Time we have to stay, And once departed, may return no more."





42. And lately by the Tavern Door agape, Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape, Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder: and He bid me taste of it: and 'twas - the Grape.

65. Then said Another with a long-drawn sigh, “My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry: But, fill me with your old familiar Juice, Methinks I might recover by-and-by."

23. Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, before we too into the Dust descend. Dust into Dust and under dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, - and sans End".





69. Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong: Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup, And sold my Reputation for a Song.