<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421642" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The World</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, the world for youth prepares, <br>Harlot-like, her gaudy snares! <br>Pleasures round her seem to wait, <br>But 'tis all a painted cheat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rash and unsuspecting youth <br>Thinks to find thee always smooth, <br>Always kind, till better taught, <br>By experience dearly bought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the calm, but faithless sea <br>(Lively emblem, world, of thee) <br>Tempts the shepherd from the shore <br>Foreign regions to explore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While no wrinkled wave is seen, <br>While the sky remains serene, <br>Fill'd with hopes, and golden schemes <br>Of a storm he little dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But ere long the tempest raves, <br>Then he trembles at the waves; <br>Wishes then he had been wise, <br>But too late—he sinks and dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hapless thus, are they, vain world, <br>Soon on rocks of ruin hurl'd, <br>Who admiring thee, untry'd, <br>Court thy pleasure. wealth, or pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such a shipwreck had been mine, <br>Had not Jesus (name divine!) <br>Sav'd me with a mighty hand, <br>And restor'd my soul to land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, with gratitude I raise <br>Ebenezers to his praise; <br>Now my rash pursuits are o'er, <br>I can trust thee, world, no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</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=421642" data-title="The World de John Newton" data-description="See, the world for youth prepares, Harlot-like, her gaudy snares! Pleasures round her seem to wait, But 'tis all a painted cheat. Rash and unsuspecting youth Thinks to find thee always smooth, Always kind, till better taught, By experience ..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black