“Tis all a Checkerboard of Nights and Days Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates, and stays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.”

“Tis all a chequer board of nights and days, where destiny with men for pieces plays; hither and thither, and mates and slays.”

“Tis all a Chequer-board of nights and daysWhere Destiny with men for Pieces plays:Hither and thither moves, and mates,and slays, And one by one back in the closet lays.”

“But helpless Pieces of the Game He playsUpon this chequer-board of Nights and DaysHither and thither moves, and checks and slays”

“Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the WiseTo talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;The Flower that once blown for ever dies.”

“One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;/The Flower that once has blown forever dies.”

“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads whoBefore us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road,Which to discover we must travel too.”