. The spelling of his name as both FitzGerald and Fitzgerald is seen. The use here of FitzGerald conforms with that of his own publications, anthologies such as Quiller-Couch
's Oxford Book of English Verse, and most reference books up through about the 1960s.
Edward FitzGerald was born Edward Purcell at Bredfield House
in Woodbridge
, Suffolk
in 1809.
Leave well — even 'pretty well' — alone: that is what I learn as I get old.
I am all for the short and merry life.
Whether we wake or we sleep,Whether we carol or weep,The Sun with his Planets in chime,Marketh the going of Time.
The King in a carriage may ride,And the Beggar may crawl at his side;But in the general race,They are traveling all the same pace.
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? XII
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Some for the Glories of This World; and some Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! LXXI
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. XCIX