“Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire, And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire, Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves, So late emerged from, shall so soon expire.” — Edward FitzGerald Copy Share Image
Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too. — Edward Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; tomorrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you… — Edward Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry: 'Awake, my Little ones, and fill the… — Edward Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou. — Edward Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time. — Edward Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to… — Edward FitzGerald Copy Share Image
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one. — Edward Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this chequer-board of Nights and Days Hither and thither moves, and checks and slays” — Edward FitzGerald Copy Share Image
“Tis all a chequer board of nights and days, where destiny with men for pieces plays; hither and thither, and mates and slays.” — Edward Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press, End in the Nothing all Things end in - Yes - Then fancy while… — Edward FitzGerald Copy Share Image
“One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;/The Flower that once has blown forever dies.” — Edward FitzGerald Copy Share Image
“With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow, And with my own hand labour'd it to grow: And this was all the Harvest… — Edward FitzGerald Copy Share Image
“And fear not lest Existence closing your Account, and mine, should know the like no more; The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd… — Edward FitzGerald Copy Share Image
