Oft cursing its Creator.”
The light of reason did but make known their darkness, and ignorant of the unseen and the future, they clung with deep devotion to the visible and the present.
Drink and be glad: for what’s to-morrow’s sun,
Or what the future? No one knows—not one.
Haste not, nor toil: but, as thou can’st be kind,
Give, eat, deem all things mortal in thy mind.
To live, or not to live—it’s an equal state,
For life’s a feather in the scales of fate.
Seize it—’tis thine—but if thou die—then what?—
Another has thine all—it matters not.