<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426381" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Gold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All-ruling tyrant of the earth,<br>To vilest slaves I owe my birth,<br>How is the greatest monarch blest,<br>When in my gaudy livery drest!<br>No haughty nymph has power to run<br>From me; or my embraces shun.<br>Stabb'd to the heart, condemn'd to flame,<br>My constancy is still the same.<br>The favourite messenger of Jove,<br>And Lemnian god, consulting strove<br>To make me glorious to the sight<br>Of mortals, and the gods' delight.<br>Soon would their altar's flame expire<br>If I refused to lend them fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>By fate exalted high in place,<br>Lo, here I stand with double face:<br>Superior none on earth I find;<br>But see below me all mankind<br>Yet, as it oft attends the great,<br>I almost sink with my own weight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>At every motion undertook,<br>The vulgar all consult my look.<br>I sometimes give advice in writing,<br>But never of my own inditing.<br>I am a courtier in my way;<br>For those who raised me, I betray;<br>And some give out that I entice<br>To lust, to luxury, and dice.<br>Who punishments on me inflict,<br>Because they find their pockets pickt.<br>By riding post, I lose my health,<br>And only to get others wealth.</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> <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=426381" data-title="On Gold de Jonathan Swift" data-description="All-ruling tyrant of the earth, To vilest slaves I owe my birth, How is the greatest monarch blest, When in my gaudy livery drest! No haughty nymph has power to run From me; or my embraces shun. Stabb'd to the heart, condemn'd to flame, My constan..."></div> </div> </div>

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