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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIKE A BULRUSH by MARIANNE MOORE PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE LIVING GOD by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA FRIAR JEROME'S BEAUTIFUL BOOK; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON LINES TO BE SPOKEN BY THOMAS DENMAN.....WHEN FOUR YEARS OLD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |