So with pomegranates, apples, when sliced up at need.
The sweet and sound are prized, and straightway put to use;
The sour and rotten cast away, worthless refuse.
A word with sense and meaning’s ever eloquent;
Bald nonsense is laughed down in scorn or merriment.
Thou fool, materialist! Think closer: look to sense.[115]
The spirit ’tis gives value; words are mere pretence.
Prefer the company of those who spirit seek.
So mayst thou grace attain,—“God’s servant be,”[116] and meek.400
A life without a soul or spirit in our frame,