“ The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it. Omar Khayyam
“ The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two - is gone. Omar Khayyam
“ 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. Omar Khayyam
“ 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. Omar Khayyam
“ Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go nor where. Omar Khayyam
“ A book of Verses underneath the Bough A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - Oh Wilderness were Paradise enow! Omar Khayyam
“ Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint and heard great argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went. Omar Khayyam
“ You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse. Omar Khayyam
“ There was the Door to which I found no key There was the Veil through which I might not see. Omar Khayyam
“ There was the door to which I found no key There was the veil through which 1 might not see. Omar Khayyam
“ And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die Lift not your hands to it for help - for it As impotently moves as you or I. Omar Khayyam
“ One thing is certain and the rest is lies The Flower that once has blown for ever dies. Omar Khayyam
“ 0 thou who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the road I was to wander in Thou wilt not with predestin'd evil round Enmesh and then impute my fall to sin. Omar Khayyam
