The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám

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LXXIX.

What! from his helpless Creature be repaid
Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay’d—
    Sue for a Debt he never did contract,
And cannot answer—Oh the sorry trade!

LXXX.

Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
    Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round
Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin!