Omar Khayyam Quotes

Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits - and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire?

And this I know whether the one True Light Kindle to Love or Wrath consume me quite One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.

Ah take the Cash and let the Credit go Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

There was the door to which I found no key There was the veil through which 1 might not see.

A book of Verses underneath the Bough A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - Oh Wilderness were Paradise enow!

All this of Pot and Potter - Tell me then Who is the Potter pray and who the Pot?

You know my friends with what a brave carouse I made a second marriage in my house Divorced old barren reason from my bed And took the daughter of the vine to spouse.

0 thou who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the road I was to wander in Thou wilt not with predestin'd evil round Enmesh and then impute my fall to sin.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky Whereunder 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 sent my Soul through the Invisible Some letter of that After-life to spell And by and by my Soul returned to me And answered "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."

Yet Ah that Spring should vanish with the Rose. That Youth's sweetscented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang Ah whence and whither flown again who knows?

The bird of time has but a little way To flutter - and the bird is on the wing.

Tomorrow! - Why tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.

The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.