<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dorcas Gustine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was not beloved of the villagers,<br>But all because I spoke my mind,<br>And met those who transgressed against me<br>With plain remonstrance, hiding nor nurturing<br>Nor secret griefs nor grudges.<br>That act of the Spartan boy is greatly praised,<br>Who hid the wolf under his cloak,<br>Letting it devour him, uncomplainingly.<br>It is braver, I think, to snatch the wolf forth<br>And fight him openly, even in the street,<br>Amid dust and howls of pain.<br>The tongue may be an unruly member --<br>But silence poisons the soul.<br>Berate me who will -- I am content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</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=373764" data-title="Dorcas Gustine de Edgar Lee Masters" data-description="I was not beloved of the villagers, But all because I spoke my mind, And met those who transgressed against me With plain remonstrance, hiding nor nurturing Nor secret griefs nor grudges. That act of the Spartan boy is greatly praised, Who hid the..."></div> </div> </div>

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