The wicked soon decay; their name all men deride.5
The children of those sinners, till the trump of doom,
Are cursed as soon as born; no lot more full of gloom.
How many springs burst forth, one salt, the other sweet;
Their savour changes, while the days and nights compete.
The good are promised their inheritance aloft,
Of waters sweet;[122] in Scripture mentioned oft and oft.[123]
The seeker’s wish, if rightly we consider it,
A scintillation is of flame from holy writ.
No flame exists apart from body whence it burns;