Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
OMAR KHAYYAMI wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
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Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev’n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened – Man’s forgiveness give and take!
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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.
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
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So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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Don’t cry upon your losses Don’t measure today with tomorows Don’t trust to be passed and coming day believe in now – and be happy today.
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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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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.
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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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