“For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling time hath prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest…
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust unto dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and – sans End!”
~ Edward Fitzgerald, “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam”
