Edward Fitzgerald

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

Ah, fill the Cup what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go

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.

To-morrow - Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n Thousand Years.

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

Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise One thing at least is certain This Life flies One thing is certain and the rest is Lies The Flower that once has blown forever dies

The harm sought to be prevented by the statute is the sexual exploitation of a patient by his or her physician, ... The strict prohibition is necessary because the nature of that relationship creates an inherent imbalance of emotional power, which leaves the patient vulnerable to exploitation by the treating professional.

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.

The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Where under crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help for it As impotently moves as you or I

I would say that she was an intelligent woman who had a great personality and a great sense of humor. She was an outstanding nurse when she was still practicing. She adored her nieces and nephews.

There was the Door to which I found no key There was the Veil through which I might see.

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

The court has heard substantial, ample evidence about the level of competency, ... And while I have not decided the issue, there is clearly a problem in terms of the defendant's competency.

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 as in I went

One by one crept silently to Rest.

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the RoseThat Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close

Awake for Morning in the Bowl of NightHas flung the Stone that puts the Stars to FlightAnd Lo the Hunter of the East has caughtThe Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.

Drink for you know not whence you came, nor whyDrink for you know not why you go, nor where.

Into this Universe, and Why not knowingNor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowingAnd out of it, as Wind along the Waste,I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.

But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,And still a Garden by the Water blows.

One thing is certain, that Life fliesOne thing is certain, and the Rest is LiesThe Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

I sometimes think that never blows so redThe Rose as where some buried Caesar bledThat every Hyacinth the Garden wearsDropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

There was a Door to which I found no KeyThere was a Veil past which I could not see.