Poem – Advice To A Lover – 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.

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