<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341062" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Farewell to London</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!<br>Thy fools no more I'll tease:<br>This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,<br>Ye harlots, sleep at ease!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft B-- and rough C--s adieu,<br>Earl Warwick made your moan,<br>The lively H--k and you<br>May knock up whores alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To drink and droll be Rowe allow'd<br>Till the third watchman's toll;<br>Let Jervas gratis paint, and Frowde<br>Save three-pence and his soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell, Arbuthnot's raillery <br>On every learned sot;<br>And Garth, the best good Christian he,<br>Although he knows it not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lintot, farewell! thy bard must go;<br>Farewell, unhappy Tonson!<br>Heaven gives thee for thy loss of Rowe,<br>Lean Philips, and fat Johnson.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why should I stay? Both parties rage;<br>My vixen mistress squalls;<br>The wits in envious feuds engage:<br>And Homer (damn him!) calls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The love of arts lies cold and dead<br>In Halifax's urn:<br>And not one Muse of all he fed<br>Has yet the grace to mourn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends, by turns, my friends confound, <br>Betray, and are betrayed:<br>Poor Y--r's sold for fifty pound,<br>And B--ll is a jade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why make I friendships with the great,<br>When I no favour seek?<br>Or follow girls, seven hours in eight?<br>I us'd but once a week.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still idle, with a busy air,<br>Deep whimsies to contrive;<br>The gayest valetudinaire,<br>Most thinking rake, alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Solicitous for others' ends,<br>Though fond of dear repose;<br>Careless or drowsy with my friends,<br>And frolic with my foes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell,<br>For sober, studious days!<br>And Burlington's delicious meal,<br>For salads, tarts, and pease!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adieu to all, but Gay alone,<br>Whose soul, sincere and free,<br>Loves all mankind, but flatters none, <br>And so may starve with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Pope">Alexander Pope</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341062" data-title="Farewell to London de Alexander Pope" data-description="Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease! Soft B-- and rough C--s adieu, Earl Warwick made your moan, The lively H--k and you May knock up whores alone..."></div> </div> </div>

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