Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

And it was an hand breadth thick, and the brim thereof was wrought like the brim of a cup, with flowers of lilies: it contained two thousand baths.

For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.

It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.