Edward Fitzgerald

And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.

Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less.

Taste is the feminine of genius.

If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest.

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes.

There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see.

A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

I am all for the short and merry life.