You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.