Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Farewell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Splendidis longum valedico nugis. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell fond Love, under whose childish whip, <br>I have serv'd out a weary Prentiship; <br>Thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property, <br>To dote on Rocks, but yielding Loves to fly: <br>Go bane of my dear quiet and content, <br>Now practise on some other Patient. <br>Farewell false Hope that fann'd my warm desire <br>Till it had rais'd a wild unruly fire, <br>Which nor sighs cool, nor tears extinguish can, <br>Although my eyes out-flow'd the Ocean: <br>Forth of my thoughts for ever, Thing of Air, <br>Begun in errour, finish't in despair. <br>Farewell vain World, upon whose restless stage <br>Twixt Love and Hope I have foold out my age; <br>Henceforth ere sue to thee for my redress, <br>Ile wooe the wind, or court the wilderness; <br>And buried from the dayes discovery, <br>Study a slow yet certain way to dy. <br>My woful Monument shall be a Cell, <br>The murmur of the purling brook my knell; <br>My lasting Epitaph the Rock shall grone: <br>Thus when sad Lovers ask the weeping stone, <br>What wretched thing does in that Center lie? <br>The hollow Eccho will reply, 'twas I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+King">Henry King</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=408496" data-title="The Farewell de Henry King" data-description="Splendidis longum valedico nugis. 

Farewell fond Love, under whose childish whip, 
I have serv'd out a weary Prentiship; 
Thou that hast made me thy scorn'd property, 
To dote on Rocks, but yielding Loves to fly: 
Go bane of my dear quiet and con..."></div>
</div>
</div>