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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418881" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Fox Dies, His Skin Counts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WE young people in the shade</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sat one sultry day;<br>Cupid came, and "Dies the Fox"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With us sought to play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each one of my friends then sat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By his mistress dear;<br>Cupid, blowing out the torch,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Said: "The taper's here!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we quickly sent around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The expiring brand;<br>Each one put it hastily</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ln his neighbour's hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dorilis then gave it me,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a scoffing jest;<br>Sudden into flame it broke,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By my fingers press'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it singed my eyes and face,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Set my breast on fire;<br>Then above my head the blaze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mounted ever higher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vain I sought to put it out;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever burned the flame;<br>Stead of dying, soon the Fox</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Livelier still became.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</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=418881" data-title="When The Fox Dies, His Skin Counts de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe" data-description="WE young people in the shade Sat one sultry day; Cupid came, and "Dies the Fox" With us sought to play. Each one of my friends then sat By his mistress dear; Cupid, blowing out the torch, Said: "The taper's here!" Then we..."></div> </div> </div>
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