Edward FitzGerald - Cup Quotes

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Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring The Winter garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly—and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

Edward FitzGerald

Ah, fill the cup:—what boots it to repeat
How time is slipping underneath our feet:
Unborn tomorrow, and dead yesterday,
Why fret about them if today be sweet!

Edward FitzGerald

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears Today of past Regrets and future Fears: Tomorrow! —Why, Tomorrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.

Edward FitzGerald