Chapter 41

He rates me as a merchant does the wares

He will not purchase - 'quality not high I-

'Twill lose its colour opened to the sun,

Has no aroma, and, in fine, is naught -

I barter not for such commodities -

There is no ratio betwixt sand and gems.'

'Tis wicked judgment! for the soul can grovv,

As embryos, that live and move but bli