They love not well, who love too fiercely close
And put at risk the outcome that they crave -
One chance to pay obeisance to the rose
In cognisance of how the wise behave.
Who almost is too fair must keep apart
In shelter from an ardour that may crush
The nascent beating of a wakened heart
That yearns to burgeon but would err to rush.
With skill and care the fisherman sets sail,
Arriving safely, to the seagulls' cries;
The suitor hasty in his steps may fail
To gain full favour in his chosen eyes.
So should true love love only as is right
To dim not that which ever should burn bright.
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