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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lover: A Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length, by so much importunity press'd,<br>Take, C----, at once, the inside of my breast;<br>This stupid indiff'rence so often you blame,<br>Is not owing to nature, to fear, or to shame:<br>I am not as cold as a virgin in lead,<br>Nor is Sunday's sermon so strong in my head:<br>I know but too well how time flies along,<br>That we live but few years, and yet fewer are young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I hate to be cheated, and never will buy<br>Long years of repentance for moments of joy,<br>Oh! was there a man (but where shall I find<br>Good sense and good nature so equally join'd?)<br>Would value his pleasure, contribute to mine;<br>Not meanly would boast, nor would lewdly design;<br>Not over severe, yet not stupidly vain,<br>For I would have the power, tho' not give the pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No pedant, yet learned; no rake-helly gay,<br>Or laughing, because he has nothing to say;<br>To all my whole sex obliging and free,<br>Yet never be fond of any but me;<br>In public preserve the decorum that's just,<br>And shew in his eyes he is true to his trust;<br>Then rarely approach, and respectfully bow,<br>But not fulsomely pert, nor yet foppishly low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the long hours of public are past,<br>And we meet with champagne and a chicken at last,<br>May ev'ry fond pleasure that moment endear;<br>Be banish'd afar both discretion and fear!<br>Forgetting or scorning the airs of the crowd,<br>He may cease to be formal, and I to be proud.<br>Till lost in the joy, we confess that we live,<br>And he may be rude, and yet I may forgive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that my delight may be solidly fix'd,<br>Let the friend and the lover be handsomely mix'd;<br>In whose tender bosom my soul may confide,<br>Whose kindness can soothe me, whose counsel can guide.<br>From such a dear lover as here I describe,<br>No danger should fright me, no millions should bribe;<br>But till this astonishing creature I know,<br>As I long have liv'd chaste, I will keep myself so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never will share with the wanton coquette,<br>Or be caught by a vain affectation of wit.<br>The toasters and songsters may try all their art,<br>But never shall enter the pass of my heart.<br>I loath the lewd rake, the dress'd fopling despise:<br>Before such pursuers the nice virgin flies:<br>And as Ovid has sweetly in parable told,<br>We harden like trees, and like rivers grow cold.</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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Take, C----, at once, the inside of my breast;
This stupid indiff'rence so often you blame,
Is not owing to nature, to fear, or to shame:
I am not as cold as a virgin in lead,
Nor is Sunday's sermon so st..."></div>
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