‘But soon their beauty fades away,
‘And then, proud Snow-drop, what are they?’
Celia, be wise, from pride refrain,
Nor of your matchless face be vain!
Beauty is short, and soon you’ll find,
The greatest centers in the mind.
Let Virtue be your sov’reign guide,
Make her your friend, your boast and pride;
Then will the brightest deed be done,
And all the beauties shine in One.