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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For my own Monument</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AS doctors give physic by way of prevention, <br> Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care; <br>For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention <br> May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then take Mat's word for it, the sculptor is paid; <br> That the figure is fine, pray believe your own eye; <br>Yet credit but lightly what more may be said, <br> For we flatter ourselves, and teach marble to lie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet counting as far as to fifty his years, <br> His virtues and vices were as other men's are; <br>High hopes he conceived, and he smother'd great fears, <br> In a life parti-colour'd, half pleasure, half care. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor to business a drudge, nor to faction a slave, <br> He strove to make int'rest and freedom agree; <br>In public employments industrious and grave, <br> And alone with his friends, Lord! how merry was he! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now in equipage stately, now humbly on foot, <br> Both fortunes he tried, but to neither would trust; <br>And whirl'd in the round as the wheel turn'd about, <br> He found riches had wings, and knew man was but dust. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This verse, little polish'd, tho' mighty sincere, <br> Sets neither his titles nor merit to view; <br>It says that his relics collected lie here, <br> And no mortal yet knows too if this may be true. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fierce robbers there are that infest the highway, <br> So Mat may be kill'd, and his bones never found; <br>False witness at court, and fierce tempests at sea, <br> So Mat may yet chance to be hang'd or be drown'd. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If his bones lie in earth, roll in sea, fly in air, <br> To Fate we must yield, and the thing is the same; <br>And if passing thou giv'st him a smile or a tear, <br> He cares not--yet, prithee, be kind to his fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</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=457142" data-title="For my own Monument de Matthew Prior" data-description="AS doctors give physic by way of prevention, Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care; For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir. Then take Mat's wo..."></div> </div> </div>
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