<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet 16</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I consider how my light is spent,<br>E're half my days, in this dark world and wide,<br>And that one Talent which is death to hide,<br>Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent<br>To serve therewith my Maker, and present<br>My true account, least he returning chide,<br>Doth God exact day-labour, light deny'd,<br>I fondly ask; But patience to prevent<br>That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need<br>Either man's work or his own gifts, who best <br>Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State<br>Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed<br>And post o're Land and Ocean without rest:<br>They also serve who only stand and waite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Milton">John Milton</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=421473" data-title="Sonnet 16 de John Milton" data-description="XVI When I consider how my light is spent, E're half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, leas..."></div> </div> </div>

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