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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431444" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epilogue to Mary Queen of Scots</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What could luxurious woman wish for more, <br>To fix her joys, or to extend her pow'r? <br>Their every wish was in this Mary seen, <br>Gay, witty, youthful, beauteous, and a queen. <br>Vain, useless blessings with ill-conduct join'd! <br>Light as the air, and fleeting as the wind. <br>Whatever poets write, and lovers vow, <br>Beauty, what poor omnipotence hast thou! <br>Queen Bess had wisdom, council, power, and laws; <br>How few espous'd a wretched beauty's cause! <br>Learn thence, ye fair, more solid charms to prize; <br>Contemn the idle flatt'rers of your eyes. <br>The brightest object shines but while 'tis new: <br>That influence lessens by familiar view. <br>Monarchs and beauties rule with equal sway, <br>All strive to serve, and glory to obey; <br>Alike unpitied when depos'd they grow -- <br>Men mock the idol of their former vow. <br>Two great examples have been shown today, <br>To what sure ruin passion does betray; <br>What long repentance to short joys is due; <br>When reason rules, what glory must ensue. <br>If you will love, love like Eliza then; <br>Love for amusement, like those traitors, men. <br>Think that the pastime of a leisure hour <br>She favour'd oft -- but never shar'd her pow'r. <br>The traveller by desert wolves pursu'd, <br>If by his heart the savage foe's subdued, <br>The world will still the noble act applaud, <br>Though victory was gain'd by needful fraud. <br>Such is, my tender sex, our helpless case; <br>And such the barbarous heart, hid by the begging face; <br>By passion fir'd, and not withheld by shame, <br>They cruel hunters are, we trembling game. <br>Trust me, dear ladies (For I know 'em well), <br>They burn to triumph, and they sigh to tell: <br>Cruel to them that yield, cullies to them that sell. <br>Believe me, 'tis by far the wiser course, <br>Superior art should meet superior force: <br>Hear, but be faithful to your int'rest still: <br>Secure your hearts -- then fool with whom you will.</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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To fix her joys, or to extend her pow'r? 
Their every wish was in this Mary seen, 
Gay, witty, youthful, beauteous, and a queen. 
Vain, useless blessings with ill-conduct join'd! 
Light as the air, and fl..."></div>
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