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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455490" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jupiter And Fortune.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once Jupiter, from out the Skies,<br>Beheld a thousand Temples rise;<br>The Goddess Fortune all invok'd,<br>To Jove an Altar seldom smoak'd:<br>The God resolv'd to make Inspection,<br>What had occasion'd this Defection;<br>And bid the Goddess tell the Arts,<br>By which she won deluded Hearts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Arts! (says she) Great Jove, you know,<br>That I do ev'ry Thing below:<br>I make my Vot'ries dine on Plate;<br>I give the gilded Coach of State;<br>Bestow the glitt'ring Gems, that deck<br>The fair Lavinia's lovely Neck;<br>I make Novella Nature's Boast,<br>And raise Valeria to a Toast;<br>'Tis I, who give the Stupid, Taste,<br>(Or make the Poets lie, at least);<br>My fav'rite Sons, whene'er they please,<br>Can Palaces in Desarts raise,<br>Cut out Canals, make Fountains play,<br>And make the dreary Waste look gay;<br>Ev'n Vice seems Virtue by my Smiles;<br>I gild the Villain's gloomy Wiles,<br>Nay, almost raise him to a God,<br>While crowded Levees wait his Nod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Enough--the Thunderer reply'd;<br>But say, whom have you satisfy'd?<br>These boasted Gifts are thine, I own;<br>But know, Content is mine alone.</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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Beheld a thousand Temples rise;
The Goddess Fortune all invok'd,
To Jove an Altar seldom smoak'd:
The God resolv'd to make Inspection,
What had occasion'd this Defection;
And bid the Goddess tell the Arts,
By whic..."></div>
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