LIFEHere is the sound of lutes, and there are screams and wailing;Here winsome girls, there bodies old and failing;Here scholars' talk, there drunkards' mad commotion—Is life a nectared or a poisoned potion?
Here sounds the tuneful lyre, and there loud shrieks appal,Here is a sage discourse, and there a drunken brawl,Here maids in prime of youth, there wrinkled forms you meet;Of what consists our life, of bitter or of sweet?