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 More Quotes by Edward Fitzgerald More Quotes From Edward Fitzgerald I am all for the short and merry life. Edward Fitzgerald life-is-short inspire life A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou. Edward Fitzgerald jugs wine book Leave well - even 'pretty well' - alone that is what I learn as I get old. Edward Fitzgerald The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one. Edward Fitzgerald falling keep wine life Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less. Edward Fitzgerald think you tomorrow today There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see. Edward Fitzgerald door key through see 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 me wine honor wonder I came like Water, and like Wind I go. Edward Fitzgerald go like wind water Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest. Edward Fitzgerald hand rest take cash The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes. Edward Fitzgerald here question ball player 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 door road darkness travel 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 red garden rose sometimes Taste is the feminine of genius. Edward Fitzgerald feminine genius taste If you can prove to me that one miracle took place, I will believe he is a just God who damned us all because a woman ate an apple. Edward Fitzgerald woman me you god
