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THE QUATRAINS OF

231.

The heart, like tapers, takes at beauty's eyes
A flame, and lives by that whereby it dies;
    And beauty is a flame where hearts, like moths,
Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.


232.

To please the righteous life itself I sell.
And, though they tread me down, never rebel;
    Men say, "Inform us what and where is hell?"
Ill company will make this earth a hell.


233.

The sun doth smite the roofs with Orient ray.
And, Khosrau like, his wine-red sheen display;
    Arise, and drink! the herald of the dawn
Uplifts his voice, and cries, "O drink to-day!"


231.   L.   Metre Ramal, No. 50.   In line 3 the first syllable is short.   See Bl., Prosody, p. 43.   In this form the metre is like Horace's "Miserarum est" etc.