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GOOD ADVICE.
Be watchful guardian of those eyes of yours,
Those lights that lead the hearts of men your way:
Nor use them like the marsh-light that allures
All passers-by, and lures them all astray.
Indeed, 'twere better if on me alone
The light of those enchanting lamps were thrown.
Those lights that lead the hearts of men your way:
Nor use them like the marsh-light that allures
All passers-by, and lures them all astray.
Indeed, 'twere better if on me alone
The light of those enchanting lamps were thrown.
For pity's sake laugh seldom—and be slow
To smile that sudden smile that thrills one through;
For when you smile, those four sweet dimples show,
And no one knows the mischief dimples do.
Or, if you must smile, smile on me. I fear
No danger from your daintiest dimples, dear.
To smile that sudden smile that thrills one through;
For when you smile, those four sweet dimples show,
And no one knows the mischief dimples do.
Or, if you must smile, smile on me. I fear
No danger from your daintiest dimples, dear.
Speak little. There is something in your voice
Which seems to send the English language mad.
And when you say ‘Be sad!’ men hear ‘Rejoice!’
And when you say ‘Despair!’ they hear ‘Be glad!’
I know your harshest word must music be
To any man in Europe except me.
Which seems to send the English language mad.
And when you say ‘Be sad!’ men hear ‘Rejoice!’
And when you say ‘Despair!’ they hear ‘Be glad!’
I know your harshest word must music be
To any man in Europe except me.
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And never let a hand that holds a rose
Droop close to lips of man as this to mine.
It is the breath of roses, I suppose,
That stirs the blood of most of us like wine:
And most men would have kissed your hand to-day
Before you snatched it and its rose away.
Droop close to lips of man as this to mine.
It is the breath of roses, I suppose,
That stirs the blood of most of us like wine:
And most men would have kissed your hand to-day
Before you snatched it and its rose away.
And if your hand is threatened with a kiss,
Don't frown and blush and smile, if you are wise;
For if you do, a hand may come—like this—
And turn your face round to your lover's eyes.
And then, and then—for anything I know,
It's possible that he may kiss you—so!
Don't frown and blush and smile, if you are wise;
For if you do, a hand may come—like this—
And turn your face round to your lover's eyes.
And then, and then—for anything I know,
It's possible that he may kiss you—so!
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