<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sent As From A School--Fellow To My Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I grieve to see you waste your Time,<br>And turn your Thoughts so much to Rhyme,<br>Be wise--your useless Views resign,<br>And fly the fair, delusive Nine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know, they try their wonted Art,<br>To win your easy, youthful Heart;<br>They talk of an immortal Name,<br>And promise you the Realms of Fame:<br>A mighty Empire, Con. 'tis true,<br>But wondrous small the Revenue!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They'll tell you too, to gain their Ends,<br>That Verse will raise you pow'rful Friends.<br>Believe me, Youth, this is not true:<br>The Great think ev'ry Thing their Due.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455502" data-title="Sent As From A School--Fellow To My Son de Mary Barber" data-description="I grieve to see you waste your Time, And turn your Thoughts so much to Rhyme, Be wise--your useless Views resign, And fly the fair, delusive Nine. I know, they try their wonted Art, To win your easy, youthful Heart; They talk of an immortal Name,..."></div> </div> </div>

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