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THE QUATRAINS OF

306.

Your course annoys me, ye wheeling skies!
Unloose me from your chain of tyrannies!
    If none but fools your favours may enjoy,
Then favour me,—I am not very wise!


307.

O City Mufti, you go more astray
Than I do, though to wine I do give way;
    I drink the blood of grapes, you that of men:
Which of us is the more bloodthirsty, pray?


308.

'Tis well to drink, and leave anxiety
Por what is past, and what is yet to be;
    Our prisoned spirits, lent us for a day,
A while from reason's bondage shall go free!


306.   C. L. N. A. I. J.

307.   C. L. N. A. I. J.   Alluding to the selling of justice by Muftis.