Bestir thee, ere death's cup for thee shall flow,
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Bestir thee, ere death's cup for thee shall flow, by Omar Khayyam
Bestir thee, ere death's cup for thee shall flow,
And blows of ruthless fortune lay thee low;
Acquire some substance here, there is none there,
For those who thither empty-handed go!
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