Rubáiyát. Stanza lxxi.

And this I know: whether the one True Light

Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite,

One Flash of It within the Tavern caught

Better than in the Temple lost outright.

Rubáiyát. Stanza lxxvii.

And when like her, O Sáki, you shall pass

Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,

And in your blissful errand reach the spot

Where I made One—turn down an empty Glass.