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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455713" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bee and the Butterfly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">UPON a garden's perfum'd bed <br>With various gaudy colours spread, <br>Beneath the shelter of a ROSE <br>A BUTTERFLY had sought repose; <br>Faint, with the sultry beams of day, <br>Supine the beauteous insect lay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A BEE, impatient to devour<br>The nectar sweets of ev'ry flow'r, <br>Returning to her golden store, <br>A weight of fragrant treasure bore; <br>With envious eye, she mark'd the shade, <br>Where the poor BUTTERFLY was laid, <br>And resting on the bending spray, <br>Thus murmur'd forth her drony lay: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Thou empty thing, whose merit lies <br>In the vain boast of orient dies; <br>Whose glittering form the slightest breath <br>Robs of its gloss, and fades to death; <br>Who idly rov'st the summer day, <br>Flutt'ring a transient life away, <br>Unmindful of the chilling hour, <br>The nipping frost, the drenching show'r; <br>Who heedless of &quot;to-morrow's fare,&quot; <br>Mak'st present bliss thy only care; <br>Is it for THEE, the damask ROSE <br>With such transcendent lustre glows? <br>Is it for such a giddy thing <br>Nature unveils the blushing spring? <br>Hence, from thy lurking place, and know, <br>'Tis not for THEE her beauties glow.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The BUTTERFLY, with decent pride, <br>In gentle accents, thus reply'd: <br>&quot;'Tis true, I flutter life away <br>In pastime, innocent and gay; <br>The SUN that decks the blushing spring <br>Gives lustre to my painted wing; <br>'Tis NATURE bids each colour vie, <br>With rainbow tints of varying die; <br>I boast no skill, no subtle pow'r <br>To steal the balm from ev'ry flow'r; <br>The ROSE, that only shelter'd ME, <br>Has pour'd a load of sweets on THEE; <br>Of merit we have both our share, <br>Heav'n gave thee ART, and made me FAIR; <br>And tho' thy cunning can despise <br>The humble worth of harmless flies; <br>Remember, envious, busy thing, <br>Thy honey'd form conceals a sting; <br>Enjoy thy garden, while I rove <br>The sunny hill, the woodbine grove, <br>And far remov'd from care and THEE, <br>Embrace my humble destiny; <br>While in some lone sequester'd bow'r, <br>I'll live content beyond thy pow'r;<br>For where ILL-NATURE holds her reign <br>TASTE, WORTH, and BEAUTY, plead in vain; <br>E'en GENIUS must to PRIDE submit <br>When ENVY wings the shaft of WIT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q>
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With various gaudy colours spread, 
Beneath the shelter of a ROSE 
A BUTTERFLY had sought repose; 
Faint, with the sultry beams of day, 
Supine the beauteous insect lay. 

A BEE, impatient to devour
The nectar sweets ..."></div>
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