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. 👈Back Next👉