The Mind
Quatrain 77
Translated by E. H. Whinfield (1883) · From The Quatrains (Whinfield)
The Mind
This bosom friend, on whom you so rely,
Seems to clear wisdom's eyes an enemy;
Choose not your friends from this rude multitude,
Their converse is a plague 'tis best to fly.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 77.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/76/.
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Khayyam, Omar. “Quatrain 77.” Translated by E. H. Whinfield. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/omar-khayyam/76/.
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