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THE QUATRAINS OF
315.
I close the door of hope in my own face.
Nor sue for favours from good men, or base;
I have but ONE to lend a helping hand,
He knows, as well as I, my sorry case.
316.
Ah! by these heavens, that ever circling run.
And by my own base lusts I am undone,
Without the wit to abandon worldly hopes.
And wanting sense the world's allures to shun!
317.
On earth's green carpet many sleepers lie,
And hid beneath it others I descry;
And others, not yet come, or passed away,
People the desert of Nonentity!
315. C. L. N. A. I. J. A "Háliya" quatrain, lamenting his own condition.
316. C. L. N. A. I. J.
