Crave not of worldly sweets to take your fill, Nor wait on turns of fortune, good or ill; Be of light heart, as are the skies above, They roll a round or two, and then lie still. 191. C. L. N. A. B. I. The skies have their allotted term like you, yet do not distress themselves. 192. What eye can pierce the veil of God's decrees, Or read the riddle of earth's destinies? Pondered have I for years threescore and ten, But still am baffled by these mysteries. 192. C. L. N. A. I. So Job, «The thunder of his power who can understand?» 193. They say, when the last trump shall sound its knell, Our Friend will sternly judge, and doom to hell. Can aught but good from perfect goodness come? Compose your trembling hearts, 'twill all be well. 193. C. L. N. A. I. J. _Juzi_, (?) _juz az_. 194. Drink wine to root up metaphysic weeds, And tangle of the two-and-seventy creeds; Do not forswear that wondrous alchemy, 'Twill turn to gold, and cure a thousand needs. 194. C. L. N. A. B. I. Muhammad said, «My people shall be divided into seventy-three sects, all of which, save one, shall have their portion in the fire.» Pocock, Specimen 210. 195. Though drink is wrong, take care with whom you drink, And who you are that drink, and what you drink; And drink at will, for, these three points observed, Who but the very wise can ever drink? 195. C. L. N. A. B. I. A hit at the casuistry on the subject of wine. 196. To drain a gallon beaker I design, Yea, two great beakers, brimmed with richest wine; Old faith and reason thrice will I divorce, Then take to wife the daughter of the vine. 196. C. N. A. I. A triple divorce is irrevocable. Koran, ii. 230. 197. True I drink wine, like every man of sense, For I know Allah will not take offence; Before time was, He knew that I should drink, And who am I to thwart His prescience? 197. C. L. N. A. B. I. 198. Rich men, who take to drink, the world defy With shameless riot, and as beggars die; Place in my ruby pipe some emerald hemp, 'Twill do as well to blind care's serpent eye. 198. C. L. N. A. I. Scan _af'ayi_. The emerald is supposed to have the virtue of blinding serpents. 199. These fools have never burnt the midnight oil In deep research, nor do they ever toil To step beyond themselves, but dress them fine, And plot of credit others to despoil. 199. C. L. N, A. I. _Shame chand_ Vullers (p. 253) takes this _ya_ to be _ya i tankir_; and Lumsden (ii. 269) says the presence of this letter, between a noun and its attribute, dispenses with the _izafat_ (?). But why not add the _izafat_, and scan _Shamiyi_? 200. When false dawn streaks the east with cold, grey line, Pour in your cups the pure blood of the vine; The truth, they say, tastes bitter in the mouth, This is a token that the «Truth» is wine.