Edward Fitzgerald

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.

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.

Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

I am all for the short and merry life.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

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