Stay not on level plain, Climb not the mount too high, But half-way up remain— The world you'll best descry! 7. _Vademecum—Vadetecum._ Attracted by my style and talk You'd follow, in my footsteps walk? Follow yourself unswervingly, So—careful!—shall you follow me. 8. _The Third Sloughing._ My skin bursts, breaks for fresh rebirth, And new desires come thronging: Much I've devoured, yet for more earth The serpent in me's longing. 'Twixt stone and grass I crawl once more, Hungry, by crooked ways, To eat the food I ate before, Earth-fare all serpents praise! 9. _My Roses._ My luck's good—I'd make yours fairer, (Good luck ever needs a sharer), Will you stop and pluck my roses? Oft mid rocks and thorns you'll linger, Hide and stoop, suck bleeding finger— Will you stop and pluck my roses? For my good luck's a trifle vicious, Fond of teasing, tricks malicious— Will you stop and pluck my roses? 10. _The Scorner._ Many drops I waste and spill, So my scornful mood you curse: Who to brim his cup doth fill, Many drops _must_ waste and spill— Yet he thinks the wine no worse. 11. _The Proverb Speaks._ Harsh and gentle, fine and mean, Quite rare and common, dirty and clean, The fools' and the sages' go-between: All this I will be, this have been, Dove and serpent and swine, I ween! 12. _To a Lover of Light._ That eye and sense be not fordone E'en in the shade pursue the sun! 13. _For Dancers._ Smoothest ice, A paradise To him who is a dancer nice. 14. _The Brave Man._ A feud that knows not flaw nor break, Rather then patched-up friendship, take. 15. _Rust._