Be you not proud of your beauty
That'll perish in days to come
Nor be you of your vanity
That is momentary and be gone
Be you not proud of those two blue eyes
That shine like stars in the far away skies;
Be you not proud of your silky hair
That'll be whitened by the time
Nor be you of your bosom one pair
That'll be stony merely in your prime
Be you not proud of those coral lips
That'll soon be turned like chips;
Be you not proud of you marbled features
That cause jealousy to other creatures,
Nor be you of you snow-white hue
That compells others to find you by sue.
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