A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou. Beside me singing in the wilderness- Oh, wilderness were paradise enow! (Omar Khayyam)

Oh, threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain – This life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies. (Omar Khayyam)