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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396128" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines Addressed To The Rev. J. T. Becher, On His Advising The Author To Mix More With Society</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear Becher, you tell me to mix with mankind;<br>I cannot deny such a precept is wise; <br>But retirement accords with the tone of my mind:<br>I will not descend to a world I despise. <br>Did the senate or camp my exertions reuire,<br>Ambition might prompt me, at once, to go forth<br>When infancy's years of probation expire, <br>Perchance I may strive to distinguish my birth </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fire in the cavern of Etna conceal'd <br>Still mantles unseen in its secret recess;<br>At length, in a volume terrific reveal'd, <br>No torrent can quench it, no bounds can repress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! thus, the desire in my bosom for fame <br>Bids me live but to hope for posterity's praise.<br>Could I soar with the phoenix on pinions of flame<br>With him Iwould wish to expire in the blaze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the life of a Fox, of a Chatham the death,<br>What censure, what danger, what woe would I brave!<br>Their lives did not end when they yielded their breath;<br>Their glory illurnines the gloom of their grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet why should I mingle in Fashion's full herd?<br>Why crouch to her leaders, or cringe to her rules?<br>Why bend to the proud, or applaud the absurd?<br>Why search for delight in the friendship of fools?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have tasted the sweets and the bitters of love;<br>In friendship I early was taught to believe<br>My passion the matrons prudence reprove; <br>I have found that a friend may profess, yet deceive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To me what is wealth? - it may pass in an hour,<br>If tyrants prevail, or if Fortune should frown:<br>To me what is title? - the phantom of power;<br>To me what is fashion? - I seek but renown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deceit is a stranger as yet to my soul:<br>I still am unpractised to varnish the truth:<br>Then why should I live in a hateful control?<br>Why waste upon folly the days of my youth?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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But retirement accords with the tone of my mind:
I will not descend to a world I despise. 
Did the senate or camp my exertions reuire,
Ambition might prompt me, a..."></div>
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