"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."

"Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my sou…"

"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."