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 Ah, take the cash, and let the credit go,
Nor head the rumble of a distant dream!
| Omar Khayyam | 
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Drink ! For you know not whence you came, nor why;
Drink ! For you know not why you go nor where. | Omar Khayyam |
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Heav’n but the Vision of fulfill’d Desire,
And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire. | Omar Khayyam |
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Here with a loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of wine, a book of Verse– and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness–
And Wilderness is Paradise now. | Omar Khayyam |
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I sent my Soul through the invisible,
Some letter of that Afterlife to spell,
And by and by my soul returned to me,
And answered “I Myself am Heaven and Hell.” | Omar Khayyam |
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One thing is certain and the rest is lies;
The flower that once has blown forever dies. | Omar Khayyam |
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The bird of time has but a little way
To flutter – and the bird is on the wing. | Omar Khayyam |
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The thoughtful Soul to solitude retries. | Omar Khayyam |
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There was the Door to which I found no key;
There was the Veil through which I might not see. | Omar Khayyam |
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