To be

For virtue,
Do not be but clay to man
That any may touch and mould to what
shape they desire.
But like Bronze
Holding an edge for all
to form shape upon.

In character, a fool
Like water is,
Takes shape of it's container,
But like a still container,
A shrewd man
Shapes all that into his life enter.
The wise, my little one,
know when to 'be' water or a still container.

To spot a vice and flee,
Be eagle eyed.
Be shift of foot and
Procrastinate not
Lest thou taketh the liking of clay.

Let follies from others
Be thine learning,
And thou shall but thine own make few.
Thus a fixed North Star
Shall thee be
For man, as even a sailor,
To take his bearing from.

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