The Value Of Three Things Is Justly

The Unbeliever Knows His Koran Best.

And That Inverted Bowl They Call The Sky, Whereunder Crawling Cooped We Live And Die, Lift Not Your Hands To It For Help-for It As Impotently Moves As You Or I

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!

Drink! For You Know Not Whence You Came Nor Why.

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.