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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390917" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Praise Of Contentment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(HORACE'S ODES, III, I)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hate the common, vulgar herd!<br>Away they scamper when I 'booh' 'em!<br>But pretty girls and nice young men<br>Observe a proper silence when<br>I chose to sing my lyrics to 'em.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kings of earth, whose fleeting pow'r<br>Excites our homage and our wonder,<br>Are precious small beside old Jove,<br>The father of us all, who drove<br>The giants out of sight, by thunder!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This man loves farming, that man law,<br>While this one follows pathways martial--<br>What moots it whither mortals turn?<br>Grim fate from her mysterious urn<br>Doles out the lots with hand impartial.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor sumptuous feasts nor studied sports<br>Delight the heart by care tormented;<br>The mightiest monarch knoweth not<br>The peace that to the lowly cot<br>Sleep bringeth to the swain contented.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On him untouched of discontent<br>Care sits as lightly as a feather;<br>He doesn't growl about the crops,<br>Or worry when the market drops,<br>Or fret about the changeful weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not so with him who, rich in fact,<br>Still seeks his fortune to redouble;<br>Though dig he deep or build he high,<br>Those scourges twain shall lurk anigh--<br>Relentless Care, relentless Trouble!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If neither palaces nor robes<br>Nor unguents nor expensive toddy<br>Insure Contentment's soothing bliss,<br>Why should I build an edifice<br>Where Envy comes to fret a body?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, I'd not share your sumptuous cheer,<br>But rather sup my rustic pottage,<br>While that sweet boon the gods bestow--<br>The peace your mansions cannot know--<br>Blesseth my lowly Sabine cottage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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I hate the common, vulgar herd!
Away they scamper when I 'booh' 'em!
But pretty girls and nice young men
Observe a proper silence when
I chose to sing my lyrics to 'em.

The kings of earth, whose fleeting pow'r
Excites our..."></div>
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