<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431434" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Elegy on Mrs. Thompson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unhappy fair, by fatal love betray'd! <br>Must then thy beauties thus untimely fade! <br>And all thy blooming, soft, inspiring charms, <br>Become a prey to Death's destructive arms! <br>Though short thy day, and transient like the wind, <br>How far more blest than those yet left behind! <br>Safe in the grave thy griefs with thee remain; <br>And life's tempestuous billows break in vain. <br>Ye tender nymphs in lawless pastimes gay, <br>Who heedless down the paths of pleasures stray; <br>Though long secure, with blissful joys elate, <br>Yet pause and think of Arabella's fate; <br>For such may be your unexpected doom, <br>And your next pleasures lull you in the tomb. <br>But let it be the muse's gentle care <br>To shield from envy's rage the mould'ring fair; <br>To draw a veil o'er faults she can't defend; <br>And what prudes have devour'd, leave time to end: <br>Be it her part to drop a pitying tear, <br>And mourning sigh around thy sable bier, <br>Nor shall thy woes long glad th'ill-natur'd crowd, <br>Silent to praise, and in detraction loud: <br>When scandal, that through life each worth destroys, <br>And malice that embitters all our joys, <br>Shall in some ill-starr'd wretch find later stains, <br>And let thine rest, forgot as thy remains.</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> <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=431434" data-title="An Elegy on Mrs. Thompson de Lady Mary Wortley Montagu" data-description="Unhappy fair, by fatal love betray'd! Must then thy beauties thus untimely fade! And all thy blooming, soft, inspiring charms, Become a prey to Death's destructive arms! Though short thy day, and transient like the wind, How far more blest th..."></div> </div> </div>

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