The World of Courtesans c10.11

c10.11

*The wisest Brahman and the meanest fool*
*Bathe in the selfsame pool;*
*Beneath the peacock, flowering plants bend low,*
*No less beneath the crow;*
*The Brahman, warrior, merchant, sail along*
*With all the vulgar throng.*
*You are the pool, the flowering plant, the boat;*
*And on your beauty every man may dote.*
(Ryder, *I. 32.*)