I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
Edward Fitzgerald

I come like Water, and like Wind I go.
Edward Fitzgerald

I am all for the short and merry life.
Edward Fitzgerald

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

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 know not why you go, nor where.
Edward Fitzgerald

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Edward Fitzgerald

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