FROM THE HINDOOSTANEE. 191

FROM THE GULISTAN.

'BROTHER, know the world deceiveth ; Trust on him who safety giveth;

Fix not on the world thy trust,

She feeds us-but she turns to dust;
And the bare earth or kingly throne
Alike may serve to die upon.'

FROM THE SAME.

...

The man who leaveth life behind,
May well and boldly speak his mind;
Where flight is nope from battle field,
We blithely snatch the sword and shield;
Where hope is past, and hate is strong,
The wretch's tongue is sharp and long;
Myself have seen, in wild despair,

The feeble cat the mastiff tear.'

FROM THE SAME.

WHO the silent man can prize, If a fool he be or wise?

Yet, though lonely seem the wood, Therein may lurk the beast of blood. Often bashful looks conceal

Tongue of fire and heart of steel, And deem not thou, in forest gray, . Every dappled skin thy prey; Lest thou rouse, with luckless spear, The tiger for the fallow-deer.'

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Returned: MAR 4 1983