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Advice To A Lover

Poem by Anonymous

The sea hath many thousand sands,
The sun hath motes as many;
The sky is full of stars, and Love
As full of woes as any:
Believe me, that do know the elf,
And make no trial by thyself!

It is in truth a pretty toy
For babes to play withal:
But O, the honies of our youth
Are oft our age's gall:
Self-proof in time will make thee know
He was a prophet told thee so:

A prophet that, Cassandra-like,
Tells truth without belief;
For headstrong Youth will run his race,
Although his goal be grief: -
Love's Martyr, when his heat is past,
Proves Care's Confessor at the last.


Comments about Advice To A Lover by Anonymous

  • Britte NinadBritte Ninad (8/14/2018 12:58:00 AM)

    what is truth?
    what is belief?
    is the truth is belief?
    is the belief is truth?(Report)Reply

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  • Ruta MohapatraRuta Mohapatra (7/31/2018 12:08:00 PM)

    ' For headstrong Youth will run his race,
    Although his goal be grief: -
    Love's Martyr, when his heat is past,
    Proves Care's Confessor at the last'.........So true!(Report)Reply

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  • Adebayo Sir TobyAdebayo Sir Toby (7/30/2016 12:14:00 PM)

    Greatly Penned.Times And Tides are washing the earth away!(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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