From right and left the censors came and stood, Saying, «Renounce this wine, this foe of good»; But if wine be the foe of holy faith, By Allah, right it is to drink its blood! 95. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. See Koran, ii. 187. 96. The good and evil with man's nature blent, The weal and woe that heaven's decrees have sent,-- Impute them not to motions of the skies,-- Skies than thyself ten times more impotent. 96. C. L. N. A. I. J. Fate is merely the decree of Allah. For the distinction between _kaza_ and _kadar_, see Pocock, «_Specimen Historiae Arabum_,» p. 207. 97. Against death's arrows what are buckles worth? What all the pomps and riches of the earth? When I survey the world, I see no good But goodness, all beside is nothing worth. 97. N. Possibly written on the margin by some pious reader as an answer to No. 86. 98. Weak souls, who from the world cannot refrain, Hold life-long fellowship with rule and pain; Hearts free from worldly cares have store of bliss, All others seeds of bitter woe contain. 98. L. N. _Tajrid_, see _Gulshan i Raz_, p. 8, n. 99. He, in whose bosom wisdom's seed is sown, To waste a single day was never known; Either he strives to work great Allah's will, Or else exalts the cup, and works his own. 99. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. _Tarabe_, query, _takhme?_ giving a line in metre 23. 100. When Allah mixed my clay, He knew full well My future acts, and could each one foretell; Without His will no act of mine was wrought; Is it then just to punish me in hell? 100. C. L. N. A. I. Of the Moslem theory of predestination, Khayyam might truly say, «Ten thousand mortals, drowned in endless woe, for doing what they were compelled to _do_.» 101. Ye, who cease not to drink on common days, Do not on Friday quit your drinking ways; Adopt my creed, and count all days the same, Be worshippers of God, and not of days. 101. L. N. In line 3 scan _yakist_. 102. If grace be grace, and Allah gracious be, Adam from Paradise why banished He? Grace to poor sinners shown is grace indeed; In grace hard earned by works no grace I see. 102. N. The _tashdid_ of _rabb_ is dropped. Bl., Prosody, p. iv. 103. Dame Fortune's smiles are full of guile, beware! Her scimitar is sharp to smite, take care! If e'er she drop a sweetmeat in thy mouth, 'Tis poisonous,--to swallow it forbear! 103. C. L. A. B. I. _Hush_ contracted from _hosh_. 104. Where'er you see a rose or tulip bed, Know that a mighty monarch's blood was shed And where the violet rears her purple tuft, Be sure a black-moled girl hath laid her head. 104. B. L. The MSS. have a variation of this, beginning _Har khisht ki_. 105.