Here is a passage from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. You can safely assume it is intellectual.
What without asking hither hurried whence,
and without asking whither hurried hence,
oh many a cup of this forbidden wine,
must drown the memory of that insolence.
I found this while reading Moby Dick. For a while it was hanging on the door to my room in yeshiva to let my roommates know if one of us was sleeping.