The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one. Edward Fitzgerald Read Quote
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 Read Quote
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 Read Quote
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 Read Quote
The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes. Edward Fitzgerald Read Quote
A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou. Edward Fitzgerald Read Quote
There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see. Edward Fitzgerald Read Quote