Christine to Her Son

Son, of great fortune have I none
To make you rich: instead of gold,
Though, certain lessons I would bring
Up, if you'll give them a hearing.

From first youth, innocent and pure,
Learn to know what people are,
And so, by seeing what they're like,
Protect yourself from gross mistake.

Upon the destitute take pity,
Poor creatures you will naked see,
Give them assistance as you may!
Bearing in mind you too will die.

Love him who is a friend to you
And watch out for your enemy:
No one can have too many friends,
There is no minor enemy.

What serves the Lord do not discard
For a world overmuch enslaved:
The worldly go to meet their fate
And the enduring soul holds out.
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Christine de Pisan
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