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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A True Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mother, who vast Pleasure finds<br>In modelling her Childrens Minds;<br>With whom, in exquisite Delight,<br>She passes many a Winter Night;<br>Mingles in ev'ry Play, to find<br>What Byass Nature gave the Mind;<br>Resolving thence to take her Aim,<br>To guide them to the Realms of Fame;<br>And wisely make those Realms their Way<br>To Regions of eternal Day;<br>Each boist'rous Passion to controul,<br>And early humanize the Soul;<br>In simple Tales, beside the Fire,<br>The noblest Notions would inspire:<br>Her Children, conscious of her Care,<br>Transported, hung around her Chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Scripture--Heroes she would tell,<br>Whose Names they lisp'd, ere they could spell:<br>The Mother then, delighted, smiles;<br>And shews the Story on the Tiles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At other Times, her Themes would be<br>The Sages of Antiquity;<br>Who left immortal Names behind,<br>By proving Blessings to their Kind.<br>Again, she takes another Scope,<br>And tells of Addison, and Pope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Studious to let her Children know<br>The various Turns of Things below;--<br>How Virtue here was oft oppress'd,<br>To shine more glorious with the Bless'd;<br>Told Tully's and the Gracchi's Doom,<br>The Patriots, and the Pride of Rome.<br>Then bless'd the Drapier's happier Fate,<br>Who sav'd, and lives to guard the State.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some Comedies gave great Delight,<br>And entertain'd them many a Night:<br>Others could no Admittance find,<br>Forbid, as Poison to the Mind:<br>Those Authors Wit and Sense, said she,<br>But heighten their Impiety.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This happy Mother met, one Day,<br>The Book of Fables, writ by Gay;<br>And told her Children, Here's a Treasure,<br>A Fund of Wisdom, and of Pleasure!<br>Such Morals, and so finely writ;<br>Such Decency, good Sense, and Wit!<br>Well has the Poet found the Art,<br>To raise the Mind, and mend the Heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her fav'rite Son the Volume seiz'd;<br>And, as he read, seem'd highly pleas'd;<br>Made such Reflections ev'ry Page;<br>The Mother thought above his Age;<br>Delighted read, but scarce was able<br>To finish the concluding Fable.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What ails my Child? the Mother cries:<br>Whose Sorrows now have fill'd your Eyes?<br>O dear Mamma, can he want Friends,<br>Who writes for such exalted Ends?<br>O base, degen'rate human Kind!<br>Had I a Fortune to my Mind,<br>Should Gay complain? But now, alas!<br>Thro' what a World am I to pass?<br>Where Friendship is an empty Name,<br>And Merit scarcely paid in Fame?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Resolv'd to lull his Woes to Rest,<br>She tells him, He should hope the best:<br>This has been yet Gay's Case, I own;<br>But now his Merit's amply known.<br>Content that tender Heart of thine:<br>He'll be the Care of Caroline.<br>Who thus instructs the royal Race,<br>Must have a Pension, or a Place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mamma, if you were Queen, says he,<br>And such a Book were writ for me,<br>I find 'tis so much to your Taste,<br>That Gay would keep his Coach at least.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Son, what you suppose, is true:<br>I see its Excellence in you.<br>Poets who write to mend the Mind,<br>A royal Recompence should find.<br>But I am barr'd by Fortune's Frowns,<br>From the best Privilege of Crowns;<br>The glorious, godlike Pow'r to bless,<br>And raise up Merit in Distress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, dear Mamma, I long to know,<br>Were you the Queen, what you'd bestow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What I'd bestow, says she, my Dear?<br>At least, a thousand Pounds a Year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Barber">Mary Barber</a><div class=q>
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In modelling her Childrens Minds;
With whom, in exquisite Delight,
She passes many a Winter Night;
Mingles in ev'ry Play, to find
What Byass Nature gave the Mind;
Resolving thence to take her Aim,
To guide them to..."></div>
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