From The Book of Noble Living I would read a verse to thee,

From The Book of Noble Living I would read a verse to thee,
Preferably of faith and kindness since they strangely pleasure me.

May he who aims an arrow at thy heart find for his hate
A treasure house there stored with the richest gold by Fate.

And should envious ones wound thee throwing stones as vagrants do,
At their feet like to the fruit tree all thy ripened riches strew.

Should they unto death pursue thee, as the mollusk then pray be,
On his head who deals the death stroke shed thy pearls down
plentifully.