Edward Fitzgerald Quotations

A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one

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

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.

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.

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.

Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.

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

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head

I am all for the short and merry life.

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

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes.

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

Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time.

One Moment in Annihilation's Waste, / One Moment, of the Well of Life to taste - / The Stars are setting and the Caravan / Starts for the Dawn of Nothing - Oh, make haste!

One Flash of It within the Tavern caught / Better than in the Temple lost outright.

Now the New Year reviving old Desires,/ The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,/ Where the White Hand of Moses on the Bough/ Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.

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

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, / A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou / Beside me singing in the Wilderness- / And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

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.

Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?

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.

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

And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass / Among the Guests Star-scattered on the Grass, / And in thy joyous Errand reach the Spot / Where I made one - turn down an empty Glass!

And when like her, O Saki, you shall pass.

There was a Door to which I found no Key: / There was a Veil past which I could not see.

Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry: 'Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! / That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close!

This battered Caravanserai / Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day.

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say: / Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, / But Here or There as strikes the Player goes.

Oh, Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, / And who with Eden didst devise the Snake; / For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man / Is blackened. Man's Forgiveness give - and take!

Indeed the Idols I have loved so long / Have done my credit in this World much wrong: / Have drowned my Honour in a Shallow Cup / And sold my Reputation for a Song.

I often wonder what the Vintners buy / One half so precious as the Goods they sell.

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing / Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing: / And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, / I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.

I come like Water, and like Wind I go.

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.

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

Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane, / The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again: / How oft hereafter rising shall she look;/ Through this same Garden after me - in vain!

Ah Love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire/ To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,/ Would not we shatter it to bits - and then/ Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!

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

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.