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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419782" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Sir Henry Wotton At His Going Ambassador To Venice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AFTER those reverend papers, whose soul is <br>Our good and great king's loved hand and fear'd name ; <br>By which to you he derives much of his, <br>And, how he may, makes you almost the same, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A taper of his torch, a copy writ <br>From his oiginal, and a fair beam <br>Of the same warm and dazzling sun, though it <br>Must in another sphere his virtue stream ; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">After those learned papers which your hand <br>Hath stored with notes of use and pleasures too, <br>From which rich treasury you may command <br>Fit matter whether you will write or do ; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">After those loving papers where friends send, <br>With glad grief to your sea-ward steps, farewell, <br>Which thicken on you now, as prayers ascend <br>To heaven in troops, at a good man's passing-bell ; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Admit this honest paper, and allow <br>It such an audience as yourself would ask ; <br>What you must say at Venice, this means now, <br>And hath for nature, what you have for task. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To swear much love, not to be changed before <br>Honour, alone will to your fortune fit ; <br>Nor shall I then honour your fortune, more <br>Than I have done your honour, wanting it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But 'tis an easier load, though both oppress, <br>To want, than govern greatness, for we are <br>In that, our own and only business, <br>In this, we must for others' vices care. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis therefore well your spirits now are placed <br>In their last furnace, in activity ; <br>Which fits them—schools and courts and wars o'erpast— <br>To touch and test in any best degree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For me—if there be such a thing as I— <br>Fortune—if there be such a thing as she— <br>Spies that I bear so well her tyranny, <br>That she thinks nothing else so fit for me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, though she part us, to hear my oft prayers <br>For your increase, God is as near me here ; <br>And to send you what I shall beg, His stairs <br>In length and ease are alike everywhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q>
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Our good and great king's loved hand and fear'd name ; 
By which to you he derives much of his, 
And, how he may, makes you almost the same, 

A taper of his torch, a copy writ 
From his oiginal, and a f..."></div>
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