The Rose That Once Has Bloomed Forever

Here's To The Man Who Owns The Land That Bears The Grapes That Makes The Wine That Tastes As Good As This Does.

Dead Yesterdays And Unborn Tomorrows, Why Fret About It, If Today Be Sweet.

Hearts Are Like Tapers, Which At Beauteous Eyes Kindle A Flame Of Love That Never Dies; And Beauty Is A Flame, Where Hearts, Like Moths, Offer Themselves A Burning Sacrifice.

A Moment's Halt-a Momentary Taste Of Being From The Well Amid The Waste- And, Lo! The Phantom Caravan Has Reach'd The Nothing It Set Out From. Oh, Make Haste!

It’s Too Bad If A Heart Lacks Fire, And Is Deprived Of The Light Of A Heart Ablaze. The Day On Which You Are Without Passionate Love Is The Most Wasted Day Of Your Life.