Ah, fill the Cup:—what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn To-morrow, and dead Yesterday, Why fret about them if To-day be sweet!
Poet, mathematician, astronomer
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Stanza XL
c. 11th-12th century
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