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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354729" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Noon Quatrains</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE Day grows hot, and darts his rays <br>From such a sure and killing place, <br>That half this World are fain to fly <br>The danger of his burning eye. <br>His early glories were benign, <br>Warm to be felt, bright to be seen, <br>And all was comfort, but who can <br>Endure him when Meridian? <br>Of him we as of kings complain, <br>Who mildly do begin to reign, <br>But to the Zenith got of pow'r, <br>Those whom they should protect devour. <br>Has not another Phaeton <br>Mounted the chariot of the Sun, <br>And, wanting art to guide his horse, <br>Is hurri'd from the Sun's due course. <br>If this hold on, our fertile lands <br>Will soon be turn'd to parched sands, <br>And not an onion that will grow <br>Without a Nile to overflow. <br>The grazing herds now droop and pant, <br>E'en without labour fit to faint, <br>And willingly forsook their meat<br>[food] <br>To seek out cover from the heat. <br>The lagging ox is no unbound, <br>From larding<br>the new turn'd up ground, [pressing down] <br>Whilst Hobbinal alike o'er-laid<br>, [burdened] <br>Takes his coarse dinner to the shade. <br>Cellars and grottos now are best <br>To eat and drink in, or to rest, <br>And not a soul above is found <br>Can find a refuge under ground. <br>When pagan tyranny grew hot, <br>Thus persecuted Christians got <br>Into the dark but friendly womb <br>Of unknown subterranean Rome<br>. [the Roman catacombs] <br>And as that heat did cool at last, <br>So a few scorching hours o'er-pass'd, <br>In a more mild and temp'rate ray <br>We may again enjoy the Day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Cotton">Charles Cotton</a><div class=q>
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From such a sure and killing place, 
That half this World are fain to fly 
The danger of his burning eye. 
His early glories were benign, 
Warm to be felt, bright to be seen, 
And all was comfort, but who can..."></div>
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