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If grace be grace, and Allah gracious be, Adam from Paradise why banished He? Grace to poor sinners shown is grace indeed; In grace hard earned by works no grace I see.

Dame Fortune's smiles are full of guile, beware! Her scimitar is sharp to smite, take care! If e'er she drop a sweetmeat in thy mouth, 'Tis poisonous,—to swallow it forbear!

Where'er you see a rose or tulip bed. Know that a mighty monarch's blood was shed; And where the violet rears her purple tuft. Be sure a black-moled girl hath laid her head.