Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor

If I Don't Enjoy Myself Now, When Shall I?

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.

A Drink Is Shorter Than A Tale

And This I Know; Whether The One True Light Kindle To Love, Or Wrath Consume Me Quite, One Flash Of It Within The Tavern Caught Better Than In The Temple Lost Outright.

Wake! For The Sun, Who Scatter'd Into Flight The Stars Before Him From The Field Of Night, Drives Night Along With Them From Heav'n, And Strikes The Sultan's Turret With A Shaft Of Light