Well, murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy"

LXXXIX
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by."
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Omar Khayyám
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