"He whom you see, wild and tall, Know him for a child of Algiers," "Beni Menaur, son of the dispersed, Has many soldiers, And a false heart." "Some are going to call you Blida (little village), But I have called you Ourida (little rose)." "Cherchel is but shame, Avarice, and flight from society, His face is that of a sheep, His heart is the heart of a wolf; Be either sailor or forge worker, Or else leave the city."[2] [2] R. Basset. Les dictionnaires satiriques attribues à Sidi ben Yousof. Paris, 1890, 8vo. "He who stands there on a low hill All dressed in a small mantle, Holding in his hand a small stick And calling to sorrow, 'Come and find me,' Know him for a son of Medea." "Miliana; Error and evil renown, Of water and of wood, People are jealous of it, Women are Viziers there, And men the captives." "Ténès; built upon a dunghill, Its water is blood, Its air is poison, By the Eternal! Sidi Ahmed will not pass the night here, Get out of the house, O cat!" "People of Bon Speur, Women and men, That they throw into the sea." "From the Orient and Occident, I gathered the scamps, I brought them to Sidi Mohammed ben Djellal. There they escaped me, One part went to Morocco, And the rest went down into Eghrès." "Oran the depraved, I sold thee at a reasonable price; The Christians have come there, Until the day of the resurrection." "Tlemcen: Glory of the chevaliers; Her water, her air, And the way her women veil themselves Are found in no other land." "Tunis: Land of hypocrisy and deceit, In the day there is abundance of vagabonds, At night their number is multiplied, God grant that I be not buried in its soil." Another no less celebrated in Morocco, Sidi Abdan Rahman el Medjidont, is, they say, the author of sentences in four verses, in which he curses the vices of his time and satirizes the tribes, and attacks the women with a bitterness worthy of Juvenal: "Morocco is the land of treason; Accursed be its habitants; They make guests sleep outside, And steal their provisions."[3] [3] H.J. Castries. Les Gnomes de Sidi Abdir Rahman El Medjedoub. Paris, 1896. "Deceptive women are deceivers ever, I hastened to escape them. They girdle themselves with vipers, And fasten their gowns with scorpions." "Let not thyself fall victim to a widow, Even if her cheeks are bouquets, For though you are the best of husbands, She will repeat ceaselessly, 'God, be merciful to the dead.'" "No river on the mountains, No warm nights in the winter, No women doing kind actions, No generous-hearted enemies."