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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457161" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Beauty. A Riddle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Resolve Me, Cloe, what is This:<br>Or forfeit me One precious Kiss.<br>'Tis the first Off-spring of the Graces;<br>Bears diff'rent Forms in diff'rent Places;<br>Acknowledg'd fine, where-e'er beheld;<br>Yet fancy'd finer, when conceal'd.<br>'Twas Flora's Wealth, and Circe's Charm;<br>Pandora's Box of Good and Harm:<br>'Twas Mars's Wish, Endymion's Dream;<br>Apelles' Draught, and Ovid's Theme.<br>This guided Theseus thro' the Maze;<br>And sent Him home with Life and Praise.<br>But This undid the Phrygian Boy;<br>And blew the Flames that ruin'd Troy.<br>This shew'd great Kindness to old Greece,<br>And help'd rich Jason to the Fleece.<br>This thro' the East just Vengeance hurl'd,<br>And lost poor Anthony the World.<br>Injur'd, tho' Lucrece found her Doom;<br>This banish'd Tyranny from Rome.<br>Appeas'd, tho' Lais gain'd her Hire;<br>This set Persepolis on Fire.<br>For This Alcides learn'd to Spin;<br>His Club laid down, and Lion's Skin.<br>For This Apollo deign'd to keep,<br>With servile Care, a Mortal's Sheep.<br>For This the Father of the Gods,<br>Content to leave His high Abodes,<br>In borrow'd Figures loosely ran,<br>Europa's Bull, and Leda's Swan.<br>For This He reassumes the Nod;<br>(While Semele commands the God)<br>Launces the Bolt, and shakes the Poles;<br>Tho' Momus laughs, and Juno scolds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here list'ning Cloe smil'd, and said;<br>Your Riddle is not hard to read:<br>I Guess it—Fair one, if You do;<br>Need I, alas! the Theme pursue?<br>For This, Thou see'st, for This I leave,<br>Whate'er the World thinks Wise or Grave,<br>Ambition, Business, Friendship, News,<br>My useful Books, and serious Muse.<br>For This I willingly decline<br>The Mirth of Feasts, and Joys of Wine; <br>And chuse to sit and talk with Thee,<br>(As Thy great Orders may decree)<br>Of Cocks and Bulls, of Flutes and Fiddles,<br>Of Idle Tales, and foolish Riddles.</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>
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Or forfeit me One precious Kiss.
'Tis the first Off-spring of the Graces;
Bears diff'rent Forms in diff'rent Places;
Acknowledg'd fine, where-e'er beheld;
Yet fancy'd finer, when conceal'd.
'Twas Flora's Wealth, and..."></div>
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