Love of all things Is the best, Bid it welcome As thy guest; Who would miss it, Missing all Happiness That can befall!
He who loves not Loveliness Forfeits wholly Life's best bliss: Grace and beauty, Eyes of fire, No true man But must desire.
The richest gifts From nature's loom Are youth and beauty In their bloom: Priceless treasures! Seize and hold, Better far Than wine or gold!
Say not beauty Will decay, Say not youth Soon flies away: Could but youth And beauty stay, Who would value Them, I pray?
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