"I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder."

"They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after W…"

"Yea! for our roses fade, the world is wild, But there, beside the altar, there, is rest."

"Say, doth she weep for very wantonness? Or is it that she dimly doth foresee Across her youth the joys grow less and …"

"Better than mortal flowers, Thy moon-kissed roses seem."

"Ah, Lalage! while life is ours, Hoard not thy beauty rose and white, But pluck the pretty, fleeting flowers That deck…"

"I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion."

"I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng."

"I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy s…"

"I was not sorrowful, but only tired Of everything that ever I desired."