<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420363" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Elegy on a Lap-dog</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 Shock's fate I mourn; poor Shock is now no more,<br>2 Ye Muses mourn, ye chamber-maids deplore.<br>3 Unhappy Shock! yet more unhappy fair,<br>4 Doom'd to survive thy joy and only care!<br>5 Thy wretched fingers now no more shall deck,<br>6 And tie the fav'rite ribbon round his neck;<br>7 No more thy hand shall smooth his glossy hair,<br>8 And comb the wavings of his pendent ear.<br>9 Yet cease thy flowing grief, forsaken maid;<br>10 All mortal pleasures in a moment fade:<br>11 Our surest hope is in an hour destroy'd,<br>12 And love, best gift of heav'n, not long enjoy'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 Methinks I see her frantic with despair,<br>14 Her streaming eyes, wrung hands, and flowing hair<br>15 Her Mechlen pinners rent the floor bestrow,<br>16 And her torn fan gives real signs of woe.<br>17 Hence Superstition, that tormenting guest,<br>18 That haunts with fancied fears the coward breast;<br>19 No dread events upon his fate attend,<br>20 Stream eyes no more, no more thy tresses rend.<br>21 Tho' certain omens oft forewarn a state,<br>22 And dying lions show the monarch's fate;<br>23 Why should such fears bid Celia's sorrow rise?<br>24 For when a lap-dog falls no lover dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 Cease, Celia, cease; restrain thy flowing tears,<br>26 Some warmer passion will dispel thy cares.<br>27 In man you'll find a more substantial bliss,<br>28 More grateful toying, and a sweeter kiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">29 He's dead. Oh lay him gently in the ground!<br>30 And may his tomb be by this verse renown'd.<br>31 Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid;<br>32 Who fawn'd like man, but ne'er like man betray'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Gay">John Gay</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=420363" data-title="An Elegy on a Lap-dog de John Gay" data-description="1 Shock's fate I mourn; poor Shock is now no more, 2 Ye Muses mourn, ye chamber-maids deplore. 3 Unhappy Shock! yet more unhappy fair, 4 Doom'd to survive thy joy and only care! 5 Thy wretched fingers now no more shall deck, 6 And tie the fav'rite..."></div> </div> </div>

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