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THE QUATRAINS OF
135.
O fair! whose cheeks checkmate red eglantine,
And draw the game with those fair maids of Chín;
You played one glance against the king of Babil
And took his pawns, and knights, and rooks, and queen.
136.
Life's caravan is hastening on its way;
Brood not on troubles of the coming day,
But fill the wine-cup, ere sweet night be gone,
And snatch a pleasant moment, while you may.
137.
He, who the world's foundations erst did lay.
Doth bruise full many a bosom day by day,
And many a ruby lip and musky tress
Doth coffin in the earth, and shroud with clay.
135. L. B. For Bábil L. reads Máil.
136. C. L. N. A. B. I. J. The "rinds" loved a dark night. Bl.
