They fancy my faults are virtues and perfection.

They fancy my faults are virtues and perfection. My thorns they believe to be rose and jessamine. Say. Where is the bold and quick enemy To make me aware of my defects? He whose faults are not told him Ignorantly thinks his defects are virtues. Story 13 A man used to shout superfluous calls to prayers in the mosque of Sinjar and in a voice which displeased all who heard it.

The owner of the mosque, who was a just and virtuous amir, not desirous to give him pain, said: 'My good fellow, in this mosque…