Finds mirth and joy in Jamshid-bowl; toys with the Daughter of the vine; And bids the beauteous cup-boy say, “Master I bring thee ruby wine!”*

Sips from the maiden’s lips the dew; brushes the bloom from virgin brow:— Such is his fleshly bliss that strives the Maker through the Made to know.

I’ve tried them all, I find them all so same and tame, so drear, so dry; My gorge ariseth at the thought; I commune with myself and cry:—

Better the myriad toils and pains that make the man to manhood true, This be the rule that guideth life; these be the laws for me and you:

With Ignor’ance wage eternal war, to know thy self forever strain, Thine ignorance of thine ignorance is thy fiercest foe, thy deadliest bane;