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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419783" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Sir Henry Wotton II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HERE'S no more news than virtue ; I may as well<br>Tell you Calais, or Saint Michael's tales, as tell<br>That vice doth here habitually dwell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet as, to get stomachs, we walk up and down,<br>And toil to sweeten rest ; so, may God frown,<br>If, but to loathe both, I haunt court or town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, here, no one's from th' extremity<br>Of vice by any other reason free,<br>But that the next to him still 's worse than he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this world's warfare, they whom rugged Fate<br>(God's commissary) doth so throughly hate,<br>As in the court's squadron to marshal their state ;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if they stand arm'd with silly honesty,<br>With wishes, prayers, and neat integrity,<br>Like Indians 'gainst Spanish hosts they be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suspicious boldness to this place belongs,<br>And to have as many ears as all have tongues ;<br>Tender to know, tough to acknowledge wrongs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Believe me, sir, in my youth's giddiest days,<br>When to be like the court was a play's praise,<br>Plays were not so like courts, as courts like plays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let us at these mimic antics jest,<br>Whose deepest projects and egregious gests<br>Are but dull morals of a game at chests.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now 'tis incongruity to smile,<br>Therefore I end ; and bid farewell awhile ;<br>“ At court,”—though “ from court” were the better style.</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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