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Rubaiyat
67
Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,
And wash my Body whence the Life has died,
And in a Winding-sheet of Vine-leaf wrapt,
So bury me by some sweet Garden-side.
68
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True Believer passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.
69
Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong
Have drowned my Honour in a shallow Cup,
And sold my Reputation for a Song.
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