The Ascetic’s Rhyme: A poem.

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Never look hard at a beautiful face,
Never read virtue into bright eyes,
Never place trust in her flesh and her grace —
    All that is beautiful dazzles and lies.

Never surrender to golden-toned laughter,
Never take heed to a voice like a bell;
Never mark fairy flights, never chase after —
    Fairness and light are the pathways to hell.

Darkness and gloom are the means to forgetfulness,
Silence and solitude comfort the heart —
Dabbling in romance will lead to regretfulness,
    Yielding to pleasure will tear you apart.

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