DEAR fellow-artist, why so free <br />With every sort of company, <br />With every Jack and Jill? <br />Choose your companions from the best; <br />Who draws a bucket with the rest <br />Soon topples down the hill. <br />You may, that mirror for a school, <br />Be passionate, not bountiful <br />As common beauties may, <br />Who were not born to keep in trim <br />With old Ezekiel's cherubim <br />But those of Beauvarlet. <br />I know what wages beauty gives, <br />How hard a life her setvant lives, <br />Yet praise the winters gone: <br />There is not a fool can call me friend, <br />And I may dine at journey's end <br />With Landor and with Donne.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-young-beauty/
