Page:Quatrains of Omar Khayyam (tr. Whinfield, 1883).djvu/190

134 Rich men, who take to drink, the world defy With shameless riot, and as heggars die; Place in my ruby pipe some emerald hemp, 'Twill do as well to blind care's serpent eye.

These fools have never burnt the midnight oil In deep research, nor do they ever toil To step beyond themselves, but dress them fine, And plot of credit others to despoil.

When false dawn streaks the east with cold grey line. Pour in your cups the pure blood of the vine; The truth, they say, tastes bitter in the mouth, This is a token that the "Truth" is wine.