Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last. - Abraham Cowley

We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine,
But search of deep philosophy,
Wit, eloquence, and poetry;
Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine.

Fill all the glasses there, for why
Should every creature drink but I?
Why, man of morals, tell me why?

I sing the Man who Judahs Scepter bore
In that right hand which held the Crook before;
Who from best Poet, best of Kings did grow;
The two chief gifts Heav'n could on Man bestow.