Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!
Poet, mathematician, astronomer
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (FitzGerald translation)
c. 11th-12th century
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