FROM THE HINDOOSTANEE. 191 FROM THE GULISTAN. 'BROTHER, know the world deceiveth ; Trust on him who safety giveth; Fix not on the world thy trust, She feeds us-but she turns to dust; FROM THE SAME. ... The man who leaveth life behind, The feeble cat the mastiff tear.' FROM THE SAME. WHO the silent man can prize, If a fool he be or wise? Yet, though lonely seem the wood, Therein may lurk the beast of blood. Often bashful looks conceal Tongue of fire and heart of steel, And deem not thou, in forest gray, . Every dappled skin thy prey; Lest thou rouse, with luckless spear, The tiger for the fallow-deer.' |