Omar Khayyam

Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, _x000D_ Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit _x000D_ Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, _x000D_ Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.