Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore.

Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with.

Who first beholds the light of day In Spring's sweet flowery month of May And wears an Emerald all her life, Shall be a loved and happy wife.

Who in this world of ours their eyes In March first open shall be wise; In days of peril firm and brave, And wear a Bloodstone to their grave.

Guard with jealous attention the public liberty. Suspect everyone who approaches that jewel. Unfortunately, nothing will preserve it but downright force: Whenever you give up that force, you are inevitably ruined.

Don't forget I know who you are. We were cut from the same surly star. Like two jewels in the sky sharing fire!