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• I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Cæsar bled
  That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head....
• And when like her, O Saki, you shall pass Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass, And in your blissful errand reach the spot Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass.
  -- Omar Khayyam (died c.1133) -- Rubaiyat, Stanza ci...
• Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire, And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire.
  -- Omar Khayyam (died c.1133) -- Rubaiyat, Stanza lxvii...
• A Moment's Halt--a momentary taste Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste-- And, Lo!
  he phantom Caravan has reach'd The NOTHING it set out from....
• 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.
  -- Omar Khayyam (died c.1133) -- Rubaiyat, Stanza lxxvii...
• The Moving Finger writes; and having writ, Moves o
  or all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it....
• 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 rolls as you or I.
  -- Omar Khayyam/Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiya...
• With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red
  Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lips that bled....
• Don: I didn't know you had a cousin Penelope, Bill!
  Was she pretty? W. C.: Well, her face was so wrinkled it looked like seven miles of bad road....