Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit Of This and That endeavour and dispute; Better be merry with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit. Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash, and let the Promise go, Nor heed the music of a distant Drum! And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky Whereunder crawling coop’d we live and die Lift not your hands to It for help—for It As impotently rolls as you or I.
