Ne'er finds attention meet,
A house wherein two women reign
Is ne'er kept clean and neat.
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BLESS, thou dread Creator,
Bless this humble fane;
Man may build them greater,—
More they'll not contain.
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LET this house's glory rise,
Handed to far ages down,
And the son his honour prize.
As the father his renown.
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O'ER the Mediterranean sea
Proudly hath the Orient sprung;
Who loves Hafis and knows him, he
Knows what Caldron hath sung.
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IF the ass that bore the Saviour
Were to Mecca driven, he
Would not alter, but would be
Still an ass in his behavior.
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THE flood of passion storms with fruitless strife