The moving finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.
1859 The Ruba iya t of Omar Khayya m of Naishapur, stanza 51.
Awake! for Morning in the bowl of night Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's turret in a noose of light.Edward Fitzgerald
Here with a loaf of bread beneath the bough, A flask of wine, a book of verseand Thou Beside me singing in the wilderness And wilderness is paradise enow.Edward Fitzgerald
Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go nor where.Edward Fitzgerald
And whenThyself with shining foot shall pass Among the guests star-scattered on the grass, And in thy joyous errand reach the spot Where I made oneturn down an empty glass!Edward Fitzgerald
Having seen how many follow and have followed false religions, and having our reason utterly against many of the principal points of the Bible, we require the most perfect evidence of facts, before we can believe. If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe that he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple; and you can't expect greater complaisance than that to be sure.Edward Fitzgerald
Leave well — even 'pretty well' — alone: that is what I learn as I get old.Edward Fitzgerald
I am all for the short and merry life.Edward Fitzgerald
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
The King in a carriage may ride,And the Beggar may crawl at his side;But in the general race,They are traveling all the same pace.Edward Fitzgerald
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness —Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!Edward Fitzgerald
'Tis nothing but a magic shadow-show, Played in a box whose candle is the sunEdward Fitzgerald