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Taste is the feminine of genius.
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.
Edward Fitzgerald
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The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
Edward Fitzgerald -
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 -
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 -
There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see.
Edward Fitzgerald -
Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less.
Edward Fitzgerald -
I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
Edward Fitzgerald
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Ah, take the Cash in hand and waive the Rest.
Edward Fitzgerald -
I am all for the short and merry life.
Edward Fitzgerald -
A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.
Edward Fitzgerald -
The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes.
Edward Fitzgerald