Ah, Take The Cash, And Let The

I Came Like Water, And Like Wind I Go.

Awake, My Little Ones, And Fill The Cup Before Life's Liquor In Its Cup Be Dry.

Come, Fill The Cup, And In The Fire Of Spring The Winter Garment Of Repentance Fling: The Bird Of Time Has But A Little Way To Fly-and Lo! The Bird Is On The Wing.

Give Me A Flagon Of Red Wine, A Book Of Verses, A Loaf Of Bread, And A Little Idleness. If With Such Store I Might Sit By Thy Dear Side In Some Lonely Place, I Should Deem Myself Happier Than A King In His Kingdom.

Better Be Jocund With The Fruitful Grape Than Sadden After None, Or Bitter, Fruit.