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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Occasion'd By Reading The Memoirs Of Anne Of Austria</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye heedless Fair, who pass the live--long Day,<br>In Dress and Scandal, Gallantry and Play;<br>Who thro' new Scenes of Pleasure hourly run,<br>Whilst Life's important Business is undone;<br>Look here, when guilty Conquests make you vain,<br>And see, how sad Remorse shuts up the Scene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If future Bliss, or Misery, must flow<br>From what the Heart delights in here below,<br>Think how these Habits, rooted in the Breast,<br>Will fit you for a Commerce with the Blest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye Politicians, who, in Courts to shine,<br>Study the Maxims of the Florentine;<br>Who, void of Virtue, anxious to be great,<br>Would rise, tho' on the Ruins of the State;<br>See how delusive are Ambition's Dreams,<br>See Providence defeating all your Schemes:<br>The Hand divine the well--laid Plot prevents,<br>And dashes all with unforeseen Events.<br>Yet the short--sighted Atheist dares advance,<br>These wondrous Changes are the Work of Chance.<br>Not so this pious, penetrating Dame,<br>Who to the sacred Fountain trac'd the Stream:<br>Like lovely Hertford, who her Hours employs,<br>To form her Mind for never--fading Joys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Excelling Fair! whom All so justly prize;<br>Who, in a Court, find Leisure to be wise;<br>Humane and humble, pious and sincere;<br>Who walk, untainted, thro' infectious Air;<br>Thou Honour to thy Sex! may I pursue<br>The Paths of Wisdom, early trod by you!<br>I, who am destin'd to a low Estate,<br>Free from the Vanities that vex the Great;<br>Blest with a Happiness to Courts unknown;<br>For I, thank Heav'n, may call my Hours my own:<br>O may I pass those Hours in such a Way,<br>As may prepare me for the last, great Day!<br>That I may, unappall'd, lift up my Head,<br>When the Arch--Angel calls--Arise, ye Dead.<br>When all the haughty, pompous Sons of Dust,<br>Who here in fleeting Treasures plac'd their Trust;<br>Who here, to their Confusion largely quaff'd<br>Prosperity's intoxicating Draught;<br>Till drunk with Blessings, they despis'd their God,<br>Arraign'd his Wifdom, and defy'd his Rod;<br>Too late shall find, that Arm they durst oppose,<br>Can pour eternal Vengeance on his Foes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reflect, my Soul, that Day is drawing near;<br>And timely think, what was thy Business here.<br>O Thou, whose Arm, reach'd down from Heav'n to save,<br>So lately snatch'd me from the op'ning Grave;<br>Who bow'd thine Ear, nor let me sue in vain,<br>Reliev'd my Sickness, and remov'd my Pain;<br>In hallow'd Strains, O, teach my Soul to soar,<br>To celebrate the Mercies I adore!<br>To Thee alone to dedicate my Lays,<br>Who heard my Vows, and added to my Days!<br>Watch o'er my Heart, fix ev'ry Duty there,<br>And make Eternity my only Care.</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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Who thro' new Scenes of Pleasure hourly run,
Whilst Life's important Business is undone;
Look here, when guilty Conquests make you vain,
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