Edward Fitzgerald

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. ↗

— Edward Fitzgerald

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

— Edward Fitzgerald

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

— Edward Fitzgerald

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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. ↗

— Edward Fitzgerald

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I am all for the short and merry life. ↗

— Edward Fitzgerald

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I came like Water, and like Wind I go. ↗

— Edward Fitzgerald

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I come like Water, and like Wind I go. ↗

— Edward Fitzgerald

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I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head. ↗

— Edward Fitzgerald

#blows #buried #caesar #every #garden

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

— Edward Fitzgerald

#falling #keep #keeps #leaves #life

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

#darkness #discover #door #must #myriads