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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426407" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Stella's Birthday March 13, 1727</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This day, whate'er the Fates decree,<br>Shall still be kept with joy by me:<br>This day then let us not be told,<br>That you are sick, and I grown old;<br>Nor think on our approaching ills,<br>And talk of spectacles and pills.<br>To-morrow will be time enough<br>To hear such mortifying stuff.<br>Yet, since from reason may be brought<br>A better and more pleasing thought,<br>Which can, in spite of all decays,<br>Support a few remaining days:<br>From not the gravest of divines<br>Accept for once some serious lines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although we now can form no more<br>Long schemes of life, as heretofore;<br>Yet you, while time is running fast,<br>Can look with joy on what is past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were future happiness and pain<br>A mere contrivance of the brain,<br>As atheists argue, to entice<br>And fit their proselytes for vice;<br>(The only comfort they propose,<br>To have companions in their woes;)<br>Grant this the case; yet sure 'tis hard<br>That virtue, styl'd its own reward,<br>And by all sages understood<br>To be the chief of human good,<br>Should, acting, die, nor leave behind<br>Some lasting pleasure in the mind;<br>Which by remembrance will assuage<br>Grief, sickness, poverty, and age;<br>And strongly shoot a radiant dart<br>To shine through life's declining part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, Stella, feel you no content,<br>Reflecting on a life well spent?<br>Your skilful hand employ'd to save<br>Despairing wretches from the grave;<br>And then supporting with your store<br>Those whom you dragg'd from death before?<br>So Providence on mortals waits,<br>Preserving what it first creates.<br>Your gen'rous boldness to defend<br>An innocent and absent friend;<br>That courage which can make you just<br>To merit humbled in the dust;<br>The detestation you express<br>For vice in all its glitt'ring dress;<br>That patience under torturing pain,<br>Where stubborn stoics would complain:<br>Must these like empty shadows pass,<br>Or forms reflected from a glass?<br>Or mere chimæras in the mind,<br>That fly, and leave no marks behind?<br>Does not the body thrive and grow<br>By food of twenty years ago?<br>And, had it not been still supplied,<br>It must a thousand times have died.<br>Then who with reason can maintain<br>That no effects of food remain?<br>And is not virtue in mankind<br>The nutriment that feeds the mind;<br>Upheld by each good action past,<br>And still continued by the last?<br>Then, who with reason can pretend<br>That all effects of virtue end?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Believe me, Stella, when you show<br>That true contempt for things below,<br>Nor prize your life for other ends,<br>Than merely to oblige your friends;<br>Your former actions claim their part,<br>And join to fortify your heart.<br>For Virtue, in her daily race,<br>Like Janus, bears a double face;<br>Looks back with joy where she has gone<br>And therefore goes with courage on:<br>She at your sickly couch will wait,<br>And guide you to a better state.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O then, whatever Heav'n intends,<br>Take pity on your pitying friends!<br>Nor let your ills affect your mind,<br>To fancy they can be unkind.<br>Me, surely me, you ought to spare,<br>Who gladly would your suff'rings share;<br>Or give my scrap of life to you,<br>And think it far beneath your due;<br>You, to whose care so oft I owe<br>That I'm alive to tell you so.</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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Shall still be kept with joy by me:
This day then let us not be told,
That you are sick, and I grown old;
Nor think on our approaching ills,
And talk of spectacles and pills.
To-morrow will be time enough
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