Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.
Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!