Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide, And wash the Body whence the Life has died, And in a winding-sheet of Vine-leaf wrapt, So bury me by some sweet Garden-side.
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"The heavens are but a turning wheel, and we are like grains of sand upon it."
"I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return'd to me, And evermore my Soul said, 'I myself am Heav'n and Hell.'"
"The end of man is dust, and his life is but a breath; let him enjoy what he has, for he knows not what awaits him."
"Into this Universe, and why not knowing, Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing: And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing."
"While you live, drink!—for, once dead, you never shall return."
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