“Most truly wise was he, ‘the Mercy of the Lord.’”[117]
Dost buy a pomegranate? A burst fruit still elect.
The crack reveals its grains; thou seest they’ve no defect.
E’en so, good friend, blest be the man whose mouth reveals
The heart-thought pearls their casket, his pure soul, conceals.
But inauspicious is the opening tulip’s crack;
This patent makes to all that its heartcore is black.
The burst pomegranate is a sunny orchard’s pride.
So speech of worthy men may waft thee to truth’s side.410
Society with saints no doubt’s of great avail;