Rubaiyat verse 13-16
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and its Treasure on the Garden throw.
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Some for the Glories of This World;
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| Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come; |
| Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, |
| Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! |
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Look to the blowing Rose about us--Lo, |
| Laughing, she says, into the world I blow, |
| At once the silken tassel of my Purse |
| Tear,
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And those who husbanded the Golden grain, |
| And those who flung it to the winds like Rain,
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| Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd |
| As, buried once, Men want dug up again. |
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The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
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| Turns Ashes --or it prospers; and anon, |
| Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, |
| Lighting a little hour or two--is gone. |
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