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O turn away those roguish eyes of thine! Be still! seek not my peace to undermine! Thou say'st, "Look not." I might as well essay To slant my goblet, and not spill my wine.

In taverns better far commune with Thee, Than pray in mosques, and fail Thy face to see! O first and last of all Thy creatures Thou; 'Tis Thine to burn, and Thine to cherish me!

To wise and worthy men your life devote, But from the worthless keep your walk remote; Dare to take poison from a sage's hand, But from a fool refuse an antidote.