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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344368" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To His Noble Friend, Mr. Richard Lovelace, Upon His Poems</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir, <br>Our times are much degenerate from those <br>Which your sweet muse with your fair fortune chose, <br>And as complexions alter with the climes, <br>Our wits have drawn the infection of our times. <br>That candid age no other way could tell <br>To be ingenious, but by speaking well. <br>Who best could praise had then the greatest praise, <br>'Twas more esteemed to give than bear the bays: <br>Modest ambition studied only then <br>To honour not herself but worthy men. <br>These virtues now are banished out of town, <br>Our Civil Wars have lost the civic crown. <br>He highest builds, who with most art destroys, <br>And against others' fame his own employs. <br>I see the envious caterpillar sit <br>On the fair blossom of each growing wit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The air's already tainted with the swarms <br>Of insects which against you rise in arms: <br>Word-peckers, paper-rats, book-scorpions, <br>Of wit corrupted, the unfashioned sons. <br>The barbèd censurers begin to look <br>Like the grim consistory on thy book; <br>And on each line cast a reforming eye, <br>Severer than the young presbytery. <br>Till when in vain they have thee all perused, <br>You shall, for being faultless, be accused. <br>Some reading your Lucasta will allege <br>You wronged in her the House's privelege. <br>Some that you under sequestration are, <br>And one the book prohibits, because Kent <br>Their first petition by the author sent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the beauteous ladies came to know <br>That their dear Lovelace was endangered so: <br>Lovelace that thawed the most congealèd breast -- <br>He who loved best and them defended best, <br>Whose hand so rudely grasps the steely brand, <br>Whose hand most gently melts the lady's hand -- <br>They all in mutiny though yet undressed <br>Sallied, and would in his defence contest. <br>And one, the loveliest that was yet e'er seen, <br>Thinking that I too of the rout had been, <br>Mine eyes invaded with a female spite, <br>(She knew what pain 'twould cause to lose that sight.) <br>`O no, mistake not,' I replied, `for I <br>In your defence, or in his cause, would die.' <br>But he, secure of glory and of time, <br>Above their envy, or mine aid, doth climb. <br>Him valiant'st men and fairest nymphs approve; <br>His book in them finds judgement, with you love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Marvell">Andrew Marvell</a><div class=q>
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Our times are much degenerate from those 
Which your sweet muse with your fair fortune chose, 
And as complexions alter with the climes, 
Our wits have drawn the infection of our times. 
That candid age no other way could tell 
To be ingenio..."></div>
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