“I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng. Ernest Dowson
“The line must terminate. Yet my heart rises, I know I’ve gladdened a lifetime knotting, undoing a fishnet of tarred rope; the net will hang on the wall when the fish are eaten, nailed like illegible bronze on the futureless future. Robert Lowell
“I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine. Ernest Dowson
“And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover, Stoop to become your friend! Arthur Symons