"Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness—And Wilderness is Paradise enow."

"For we are helpless pieces of the game He plays Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays."

"The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But right or left as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss'd you down into the Field, He knows about it all—He knows—He knows!"

"Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet’s Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!"

"I sent my soul through the invisible, some letter of that after-life to spell."