How many a Cup of this forbidden Wine Must drown the memory of that Hour of thine, When, in the Tavern, thou didst set thy Seal To that dread Bond which binds thee up to mine!
Poet, mathematician, astronomer
Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Stanza XXXVIII
c. 11th-12th century
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