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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431433" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Answer to a Love-Letter, in Verse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is it to me this sad lamenting strain? <br>Are Heaven's choicest gifts bestow'd in vain? <br>A plenteous fortune and a beauteous bride, <br>Your love rewarded, and content your pride; <br>Yet, leaving her, 'tis me that you pursue, <br>Without one single charm -- but being new. <br>How vile is man! How I detest the ways <br>Of covert falsehood and designing praise! <br>As tasteless, easier happiness you slight, <br>Ruin your joy, and mischief your delight. <br>Why should poor pug (the mimic of your kind) <br>Wear a rough chain, and be to box confin'd? <br>Some cup, perhaps, he breaks, or tears a fan, <br>While moves, unpunish'd, the destroyer man; <br>Not bound by vows, and unrestrain'd by shame, <br>In sport you break the heart, and rend the fame. <br>Not that your art can be successful here, <br>Th' already plunder'd need no robber fear. <br>Nor sighs nor charms, nor flattery, can move, <br>Too well secur'd against a second love. <br>Once, and but once, that devil charm'd my mind, <br>To reason deaf, to observation blind, <br>I idly hop'd (what cannot Love persuade!) <br>My fondness equall'd and my truth repaid: <br>Slow to distrust, and willing to believe; <br>Long hush'd my doubts, I would myself deceive. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But oh! too soon -- this tale would ever last -- <br>Sleep on my wrongs, and let me think them past. <br>For you, who mourn with counterfeited grief, <br>And ask so boldly, like a begging thief, <br>May soon some other nymph inflict the pain <br>You know so well with cruel art to feign. <br>Though long you've sported with Dan Cupid's dart, <br>You may see eyes, and you may feel a heart. <br>So the brisk wits who stop the evening coach, <br>Laugh at the fear that follows their approach; <br>With idle mirth and haughty scorn despise <br>The passenger's pale cheek and staring eyes; <br>But seiz'd by justice, find a fright no jest, <br>And all the terror doubled in their breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lady+Mary+Wortley+Montagu">Lady Mary Wortley Montagu</a><div class=q>
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Are Heaven's choicest gifts bestow'd in vain? 
A plenteous fortune and a beauteous bride, 
Your love rewarded, and content your pride; 
Yet, leaving her, 'tis me that you pursue, 
Without one single charm --..."></div>
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