Above all, tend thy body, treat not cavalier
The vessel of thy mind and soul; for where
Thy foolishness, ephemera revere,
So ever, doth for each, the other care.
What providence might I impart of this!?
What bounty bring, avoiding such despair.
If not such caution, would I be remiss?
This wisdom, give I thee, beyond compare.
I yearn to tell the ease thou shouldst have won;
Or how simplicity wouldst bring thee bliss;
And wish thy time for these could be outdone–
Not lateness now these choosings reminisce.
Though ne’er may be these hands of time outrun;
So could thine ease much sooner have begun.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Indeed! Wise words and well said. Sheer poetry as they say.
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Thank you. And Lucas found an error!
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Thank you for sharing these beautifully written rousing words of wisdom :)
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You are most welcome, young miss! And what a lovely picture : ) I have just showed this, and your blog to my dearest Mrs. Emeron. I hope you do not mind.
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The not-so-young Ms does appreciate it. In fact, I share photos all the time on Instagram.com/lovemekanism although I’m often chided for not posting enough images of myself. Enjoy!
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I have, and thanks to you for dropping by.
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Thank you! Of course :)
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I have been chided for not offereing any pictures at all; however the ones people imagine of me and Mrs. Emeron are much finer than those I might provide… Or, are they? : )
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Very, very nice, dear.
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Thank you, sweetheart.
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