Yield not to grief, though fortune prove unkind, Nor call sad thoughts of parted friends to mind; Devote thy heart to sugary lips, and wine, Cast not thy precious life unto the wind! 412. L. N. B. 413. Of mosque and prayer and fast preach not to me, Rather go drink, were it on charity! Yea, drink, Khayyam, your dust will soon be made A jug, or pitcher, or a cup, may be! 413. N. «Imperial Cæsar, dead, and turned to clay Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.» 414. Bulbuls, doting on roses, oft complain How forward breezes rend their veils in twain; Sit we beneath this rose, which many a time Has sunk to earth, and sprung from earth again. 414. L. N. B. So Moschus on the mallows. 415. Suppose the world goes well with you, what then? When life's last page is read and turned, what then? Suppose you live a hundred years of bliss, Yea, and a hundred years besides, what then? 415. C. L. N A. I. J. See Vullers, p. 100. 416. How is it that of all the leafy tribe, Cypress and lily men as «free» describe? This has a dozen tongues, yet holds her peace, That has a hundred hands which take no bribe. 416. L. N. Sa'di in the _Gulistan_, Book viii., gives another explanation of this expression. «Tongues, stamens, and hands, branches.» 417. Cupbearer, bring my wine-cup, let me grasp it! Bring that delicious darling, let me grasp it! That pleasing chain which tangles in its coils Wise men and fools together, let me grasp it! 417. L. N. _Bipechand_ seems a plural of dignity. 418. Alas! my wasted life has gone to wrack! What with forbidden meats, and lusts, alack! And leaving undone what 'twas right to do, And doing wrong, my face is very black! 418. C. L. N. A. I. These whimsical outbursts of self-reproach in the midst of antinomian utterances are characteristic of Khayyam. 419. I could repent of all, but of wine, never! I could dispense with all, but with wine, never! If so be I became a Musulman, Could I abjure my Magian wine? no, never! 419. L. N. The Magians sold wine. 420. We rest our hopes on Thy free grace alone, Nor seek by merits for our sins to atone; Mercy drops where it lists, and estimates Ill done as undone, good undone as done. 420. L. N. A. I. This quatrain is also ascribed to the celebrated philosopher Avicenna. See No. 406. 421. This is the form Thou gavest me of old, Wherein Thou workest marvels manifold; Can I aspire to be a better man, Or other than I issued from Thy mould? 421. C. L. N. A. I. This is a variation of No. 221. 422. O Lord! to Thee all creatures worship pay, To Thee both small and great for ever pray, Thou takest woe away, and givest weal, Give then, or, if it please Thee, take away! 422. L. Scan _bandagita_, omitting _fatha_ before _te_. Vullers, p. 197. 423.