Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears To-day of past Regrets and future Fears: To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Poet, mathematician, astronomer
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (FitzGerald translation)
c. 11th-12th century
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