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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345307" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cautious Lovers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silvia, let's from the Crowd retire; <br> For, What to you and me <br>(Who but each other do desire) <br> Is all that here we see? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Apart we'll live, tho' not alone; <br> For, who alone can call <br>Those, who in Desarts live with One, <br> If in that One they've All? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The World a vast Meander is, <br> Where Hearts confus'dly stray; <br>Where Few do hit, whilst Thousands miss <br> The happy mutual Way: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Hands are by stern Parents ty'd, <br> Who oft, in Cupid's Scorn, <br>Do for the widow'd State provide, <br> Before that Love is born: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where some too soon themselves misplace; <br> Then in Another find <br>The only Temper, Wit, or Face, <br> That cou'd affect their Mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Others (but oh! avert that Fate!) <br> A well-chose Object change: <br>Fly, Silvia, fly, ere 'tis too late; <br> Fall'n Nature's prone to range. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, tho' in heat of Love we swear <br> More than perform we can; <br>No Goddess, You, but Woman are, <br> And I no more than Man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Th' impatient Silvia heard thus long; <br> Then with a Smile reply'd; <br>Those Bands cou'd ne'er be very strong, <br> Which Accidents divide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who e'er was mov'd yet to go down, <br> By such o'er-cautious Fear; <br>Or for one Lover left the Town, <br> Who might have Numbers here? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your Heart, 'tis true, is worth them all, <br> And still preferr'd the first; <br>But since confess'd so apt to fall, <br> 'Tis good to fear the worst. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In ancient History we meet <br> A flying Nymph betray'd; <br>Who, had she kept in fruitful Crete, <br> New Conquest might have made. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sure, as on the Beach she stood, <br> To view the parting Sails; <br>She curs'd her self, more than the Flood, <br> Or the conspiring Gales. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">False Theseus, since thy Vows are broke, <br> May following Nymphs beware: <br>Methinks I hear how thus she spoke, <br> And will not trust too far. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Love, in Play, in Trade, in War <br> They best themselves acquit, <br>Who, tho' their Int'rests shipwreckt are, <br> Keep unreprov'd their Wit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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 For, What to you and me 
(Who but each other do desire) 
 Is all that here we see? 

Apart we'll live, tho' not alone; 
 For, who alone can call 
Those, who in Desarts live with One, 
 If in that One they've ..."></div>
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