Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
OMAR KHAYYAMMen talk of heaven, – there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, – there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, – O love, there is no other life – but here.
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Men talk of heaven, – there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, – there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, – O love, there is no other life – but here.
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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
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Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.
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As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
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When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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