492.
O skyey wheel, all base men you supply
With baths, mills, and canals that run not dry,
While good men have to pawn their goods for bread:
Pray, who would give a fig for such a sky?
493.
A potter at his work I chanced to see,
Pounding some earth and shreds of pottery;
I looked with eyes of insight, and methought
'Twas Adam's dust with which he made so free!
494.
The Sáki knows my genus properly,
To all woe's species he holds a key;
Whene'er my mood is sad, he brings me wine,
And that makes all the difference to me!
492. B. L. In line 3, I read níh and for nĭhand, which will not scan. Line 4 is slightly paraphrased.
493. C. L. A. I. J. Note the arrangement of the prepositions bar . . . . bazér. Bl., Prosody, xiii.
