The Moving Finger Writes; And

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.

The Rose That Once Has Bloomed Forever Dies.

Dead Yesterdays And Unborn Tomorrows, Why Fret About It, If Today Be Sweet.

Tomorrow! - Why, Tomorrow I May Be Myself With Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

Heaven Has Not Learned Of My Arrival, And My Departure Will Not In The Least Diminish It Beauty And Grandeur. I Will Sleep Underground, For Us Ephemeral Mortals, The Only Eternity Is The Moment And Drinking To The Moment Is Better Than Weeping For It.