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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On A Candle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of all inhabitants on earth,<br>To man alone I owe my birth,<br>And yet the cow, the sheep, the bee,<br>Are all my parents more than he:<br>I, a virtue, strange and rare,<br>Make the fairest look more fair,<br>And myself, which yet is rarer,<br>Growing old, grow still the fairer.<br>Like sots, alone I'm dull enough,<br>When dosed with smoke, and smear'd with snuff;<br>But, in the midst of mirth and wine,<br>I with double lustre shine.<br>Emblem of the Fair am I,<br>Polish'd neck, and radiant eye;<br>In my eye my greatest grace,<br>Emblem of the Cyclops' race;<br>Metals I like them subdue,<br>Slave like them to Vulcan too;<br>Emblem of a monarch old,<br>Wise, and glorious to behold;<br>Wasted he appears, and pale,<br>Watching for the public weal:<br>Emblem of the bashful dame,<br>That in secret feeds her flame,<br>Often aiding to impart<br>All the secrets of her heart;<br>Various is my bulk and hue,<br>Big like Bess, and small like Sue:<br>Now brown and burnish'd like a nut,<br>At other times a very slut;<br>Often fair, and soft, and tender,<br>Taper, tall, and smooth, and slender:<br>Like Flora, deck'd with various flowers,<br>Like Phoebus, guardian of the hours:<br>But whatever be my dress,<br>Greater be my size or less,<br>Swelling be my shape or small,<br>Like thyself I shine in all.<br>Clouded if my face is seen,<br>My complexion wan and green,<br>Languid like a love-sick maid,<br>Steel affords me present aid.<br>Soon or late, my date is done,<br>As my thread of life is spun;<br>Yet to cut the fatal thread<br>Oft revives my drooping head;<br>Yet I perish in my prime,<br>Seldom by the death of time;<br>Die like lovers as they gaze,<br>Die for those I live to please;<br>Pine unpitied to my urn,<br>Nor warm the fair for whom I burn:<br>Unpitied, unlamented too,<br>Die like all that look on you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Swift">Jonathan Swift</a><div class=q>
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To man alone I owe my birth,
And yet the cow, the sheep, the bee,
Are all my parents more than he:
I, a virtue, strange and rare,
Make the fairest look more fair,
And myself, which yet is rarer,
Growing old, grow still..."></div>
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