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In slandering and reviling you persist. Calling me infidel and atheist: My errors I will not deny, but yet Does foul abuse become a moralist?

To find a remedy, put up with pain, Chafe not at woe, and healing thou wilt gain; Though poor, be ever of a thankful mind, 'Tis the sure method riches to obtain.

Give me a skin of wine, a crust of bread, A pittance bare, a book of verse to read; With thee, love, to share my lowly roof, I would not take the Sultan's realm instead!