Looketh in thy own face in the goblets
of mirror
Don't you see the cosmos scattered in your eyes?
Don't thou seeth the roses strew in thy lips?
Keep it in thy head. This golden advice
Treasure thy beauty at all times in thy youth
Keep it and sealed it until thou meet thy lover
For it is the foundation in thy love live's career
And as thou become thy baby's gover
But don't worship thy refinement for it wilt taketh thou down
And don't value it more than to yourself
For it wilt not last forever but as fast as the melting candle
It wilt anon vanish unless the magic of a witch, goblet or an elf
When nature calls thy beauty to art gone
Who wilt help thou in that time?
An thou hark to mine counsel then thou aren't deceived
For thou can't get back the timeth when thou art reading this ryhme
©graham
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