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GILD YOUR FEATHERS.
Young Love but seldom ask'd advice,
And when he ask'd but seldom took it;
But he'd been humbled once or twice,
And his proud spirit could not brook it:
So he got Wisdom to impart
His care and counsel for all weathers;
Which was, to seek no maiden's heart,
Until he'd richly gilt his feathers!
And when he ask'd but seldom took it;
But he'd been humbled once or twice,
And his proud spirit could not brook it:
So he got Wisdom to impart
His care and counsel for all weathers;
Which was, to seek no maiden's heart,
Until he'd richly gilt his feathers!
Love smil'd; and soon his pinions bore
A golden blaze of beauty round him;
And maids, who'd scorn'd young Love before,
Now full of grace and sweetness found him!
Such taste—such spirit—such delight—
A wing to warm the worst of weathers.
Ha! ha! cried Love, but Wisdom's right—
There's nought like gilding well one's feathers.
A golden blaze of beauty round him;
And maids, who'd scorn'd young Love before,
Now full of grace and sweetness found him!
Such taste—such spirit—such delight—
A wing to warm the worst of weathers.
Ha! ha! cried Love, but Wisdom's right—
There's nought like gilding well one's feathers.
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