<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Farewell And Defiance To Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love and thy vain employs, away<br>From this too oft deluded breast!<br>No longer will I court thy stay,<br>To be my bosom's teazing guest.<br>Thou treacherous medicine, reckoned pure,<br>Thou quackery of the harassed heart,<br>That kills what it pretends to cure,<br>Life's mountebank thou art.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With nostrums vain of boasted powers,<br>That, ta'en, a worse disorder leave;<br>An asp hid in a group of flowers,<br>That bites and stings when few perceive;<br>Thou mock-truce to the troubled mind,<br>Leading it more in sorrow's way,<br>Freedom, that leaves us more confined,<br>I bid thee hence away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dost taunt, and deem thy power beyond<br>The resolution reason gave?<br>Tut! Falsity hath snapt each bond,<br>That kept me once thy quiet slave,<br>And made thy snare a spider's thread,<br>Which een my breath can break in twain;<br>Nor will I be, like Sampson, led<br>To trust thy wiles again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took thee as my staff to guide<br>Me on the road I did pursue,<br>And when my weakness most relied<br>Upon its strength it broke in two.<br>I took thee as my friendly host<br>That counsel might in dangers show,<br>But when I needed thee the most<br>I found thou wert my foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tempt me no more with rosy cheeks,<br>Nor daze my reason with bright eyes;<br>I'm wearied with thy painted freaks,<br>And sicken at such vanities:<br>Be roses fine as eer they will,<br>They, with the meanest, fade and die,<br>And eyes, though thronged with darts to kill,<br>Share like mortality.<br>Feed the young bard, that madly sips<br>His nectar-draughts from folly's flowers,<br>Bright eyes, fair cheeks, and ruby lips,<br>Till muses melt to honey showers;<br>Lure him to thrum thy empty lays,<br>While flattery listens to the chimes,<br>Till words themselves grow sick with praise<br>And stop for want of rhymes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let such be still thy paramours,<br>And chaunt love's old and idle tune,<br>Robbing the spring of all its flowers,<br>And heaven of all her stars and moon,<br>To gild with dazzling similes<br>Blind folly's vain and empty lay:<br>I'm sobered from such phantasies,<br>So get thee hence away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor bid me sigh for mine own cost,<br>Nor count its loss, for mine annoy,<br>Nor say my stubbornness hath lost<br>A paradise of dainty joy:<br>I'll not believe thee, till I know<br>That sober reason turns an ape,<br>And acts the harlequin, to show<br>That cares in every shape,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heart-achings, sighs, and grief-wrung tears,<br>Shame-blushes at betrayed distress,<br>Dissembled smiles, and jealous fears,<br>Are nought but real happiness:<br>Then will I mourn what now I brave,<br>And suffer Celia's quirks to be<br>(Like a poor fate-bewilder'd slave,)<br>The rulers of my destiny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll weep and sigh wheneer she wills<br>To frown, and when she deigns to smile<br>It shall be cure for all my ills,<br>And, foolish still, I'll laugh the while;<br>But till that comes, I'll bless the rules<br>Experience taught, and deem it wise<br>To hold thee as the game of fools,<br>And all thy tricks despise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</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=419428" data-title="Farewell And Defiance To Love de John Clare" data-description="Love and thy vain employs, away From this too oft deluded breast! No longer will I court thy stay, To be my bosom's teazing guest. Thou treacherous medicine, reckoned pure, Thou quackery of the harassed heart, That kills what it pretends to cure, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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