Chapter LXXXVII

How man is made! He staggers at the voice,
The little voice that leads you to the land
Of virtue; but, on hearing the command
To lead a giant army, will rejoice.

LXXXVIII

Behold the cup whereon your slave has trod;
That is what every cup is falling to.
Your slave--remember that he lives by you,
While in the form of him we bow to God.