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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397167" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lordly gallants! tell me this<br>(Though my safe content you weigh not),<br>In your greatness, what one bliss<br>Have you gained, that I enjoy not?<br>You have honours, you have wealth;<br>I have peace, and I have health:<br>All the day I merry make,<br>And at night no care I take.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bound to none my fortunes be,<br>This or that man's fall I fear not;<br>Him I love that loveth me,<br>For the rest a pin I care not.<br>You are sad when others chaff,<br>And grow merry as they laugh;<br>I that hate it, and am free,<br>Laugh and weep as pleaseth me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You may boast of favours shown,<br>Where your service is applied:<br>But my pleasures are mine own,<br>And to no man's humour tied.<br>You oft flatter, sooth, and feign;<br>I such baseness do disdain;<br>And to none be slave I would,<br>Though my fetters might be gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By great titles, some believe,<br>Highest honours are attained;<br>And yet kings have power to give<br>To their fools, what these have gained.<br>Where they favour there they may<br>All their names of honour lay;<br>But I look not raised to be,<br>'Till mine own wing carry me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seek to raise your titles higher;<br>They are toys not worth my sorrow;<br>Those that we to-day admire,<br>Prove the age's scorn to-morrow.<br>Take your honours; let me find<br>Virtue in a free born mind--<br>This, the greatest kings that be<br>Cannot give, nor take from me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though I vainly do not vaunt<br>Large demesnes, to feed my pleasure;<br>I have favours where you want,<br>That would buy respect with treasure.<br>You have lands lie here and there,<br>But my wealth is everywhere;<br>And this addeth to my store--<br>Fortune cannot make me poor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say you purchase with your pelf<br>Some respect, where you importune;<br>Those may love me for myself,<br>That regard you for your fortune.<br>Rich or born of high degree,<br>Fools as well as you may be;<br>But that peace in which I live<br>No descent nor wealth can give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you boast that you may gain<br>The respect of high-born beauties;<br>Know I never wooed in vain,<br>Nor preferrèd scornèd duties.<br>She I love hath all delight,<br>Rosy-red with lily-white,<br>And whoe'er your mistress be,<br>Flesh and blood as good as she.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Note of me was never took,<br>For my woman-like perfections;<br>But so like a man I look,<br>It hath gained me best affections.<br>For my love as many showers<br>Have been wept as have for yours:<br>And yet none doth me condemn<br>For abuse, or scorning them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though of dainties you have store,<br>To delight a choicer palate,<br>Yet your taste is pleased no more<br>Than is mine in one poor sallet.<br>You to please your senses feed<br>But I eat good blood to breed;<br>And am most delighted then<br>When I spend it like a man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though you lord it over me,<br>You in vain thereof have braved;<br>For those lusts my servants be<br>Whereunto your minds are slaved.<br>To yourselves you wise appear,<br>But, alas! deceived you are;<br>You do foolish me esteem,<br>And are that which I do seem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When your faults I open lay,<br>You are moved, and mad with vexing;<br>But you ne'er could do or say<br>Aught to drive me to perplexing.<br>Therefore, my despisèd power<br>Greater is, by far, than your.<br>And, whate'er you think of me,<br>In your minds you poorer be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are pleasèd, more or less,<br>As men well or ill report you;<br>And show discontentedness,<br>When the times forbear to court you.<br>That in which my pleasures be,<br>No man can divide from me;<br>And my care it adds not to,<br>Whatso others say or do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be not proud, because you view<br>You by thousands are attended;<br>For, alas! it is not you,<br>But your fortune that's befriended.<br>Where I show of love have got,<br>Such a danger fear I not:<br>Since they nought can seek of me,<br>But for love, beloved to be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When your hearts have everything,<br>You are pleasantly disposed:<br>But I can both laugh and sing,<br>Though my foes have me enclosed.<br>Yea, when dangers me do hem,<br>I delight in scorning them,<br>More than you in your renown,<br>Or a king can in his crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You do bravely domineer,<br>Whilst the sun upon you shineth:<br>Yet, if any storm appear,<br>Basely, then, your mind declineth.<br>But, or shine, or rain, or blow,<br>I my resolutions know--<br>Living, dying, thrall, or free,<br>At one height my mind shall be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When in thraldom I have lain,<br>Me not worth your thought you prized;<br>But your malice was in vain,<br>For your favours I despised.<br>And, howe'er you value me,<br>I with praise shall thought on be<br>When the world esteems you not<br>And your names shall be forgot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In these thoughts my riches are;<br>Now, though poor or mean you deem me,<br>I am pleased, and do not care<br>How the times or you esteem me.<br>For those toys that make you gay<br>Are but play-games for a day:<br>And when nature craves her due,<br>I as brave shall be as you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Wither">George Wither</a><div class=q>
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(Though my safe content you weigh not),
In your greatness, what one bliss
Have you gained, that I enjoy not?
You have honours, you have wealth;
I have peace, and I have health:
All the day I merry make,
And at night n..."></div>
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