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.

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,

Before we too into the Dust descend;

Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and---sans End!

(Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam)