5
As the pearl that I dropped in the glass can never again be mine,
So many a pearl of woman's love hath a man dissolved—in wine.
6
Geese walk not alone; sheep will follow sheep;
So this little maxim I would have ye keep:
Would ye conquer all men, make a fool of one—
The rest will turn toward thee, as lilies to the sun.
7
The young man calleth for wine, the old for crystal water.
Seek not to enslave a boy till thou art thirty, Daughter.
8
When the game is over, vain the loser's sigh.
To thy parting lover, wave a gay good-by!
'Neath the storm-cloud bending, see the lily laugh.
If Love's reign be ending—write his epitaph!
Deck his grave with iris; blot away his name.
Isis and Osiris, make thy Daughter game!