Be not flinty and impervious
For such words do frail women bear
Humble yourself as the colours of the rainbow
Which is a perpetual sight for sore eyes;
The cosmetic of poor, ugly sky.
And be not as the scornful thorn
That even jackboots tramp upon.
Let your comely face form a theme
As the hue of the day's sunlight.
Make sublime your voice as
the soft beach' breeze.
What does it profit a woman to be formidaly ferocious?
Fair in beauty, rich in elegance
Shall all be embraced by your foes?
When your countenance do nothing but woe
Take a deep sigh, see how murdrous your tongue has been
See how many hearts your brow have lashed.
And how many lives are dead into your fierce personality.
A woman's life is short and quick to worn
When beauty is gone power is lost.
Humble yourself, beauty may die with you.
Brace your tongue, life maybe loyal to you.
A moment of madness, soars eternal regrets.
Be not as the tyrant sun that scorns the flowers
But as the rain that enriches the stem.
Let nature embrace you as honey and mild
And not to be bullied by your memory
As a thorn amidst the plants.
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