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golden rules in rhyme.
When Love would fling his flowery net
Around your joyous spirit,
Ask not for rank, or wealth, or wit,
But yield to manly merit.
Around your joyous spirit,
Ask not for rank, or wealth, or wit,
But yield to manly merit.
Remember—Love but seldom strings
His flowers on golden wire,
Remember—Wit has wanton wings,
That might put out his fire.
His flowers on golden wire,
Remember—Wit has wanton wings,
That might put out his fire.
Your heart be like a stainless glass,
Where fleeting, outward graces
But lend their beauty as they pass,
And leave behind no traces;
Where fleeting, outward graces
But lend their beauty as they pass,
And leave behind no traces;
On which—its subtle nature's such,
The gem of gems—in glory—
The diamond, with its lightning touch.
Alone can write 1ovc's story.
The gem of gems—in glory—
The diamond, with its lightning touch.
Alone can write 1ovc's story.
As to the moon, the ocean's tide
Subjects its strength unruly,
So let a light from Heaven, love, guide
The tide of passion truly.
Subjects its strength unruly,
So let a light from Heaven, love, guide
The tide of passion truly.
