What launched that golden orb his course to run,
What wrecks his firm foundations, when 'tis done,
No man of science ever weighed with scales,
Nor made assay with touchstone, no, not one!
279. L. The vanity of science.
SUFI MYSTICS GATHERED FOR MEDITATION
From an old painting by a Pushtu artist
I pray thee to my counsel lend thine ear,
Cast off this false hypocrisy's veneer;
This life a moment is, the next all time,
Sell not eternity for earthly gear!
280. C. L. N. A. B. I. Note ra separated from its noun, as before. Vullers, p. 173.