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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.
Remember—Love but seldom strings 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;
On which—its subtle nature's such, The gem of gems—in glory— The diamond, with its lightning touch. Alone can write love'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.
