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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457209" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The English Padlock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Miss Danae, when Fair and Young<br>(As Horace has divinely sung)<br>Could not be kept from Jove's Embrace<br>By Doors of Steel, and Walls of Brass.<br>The Reason of the Thing is clear;<br>Would Jove the naked Truth aver:<br>Cupid was with Him of the Party;<br>And show'd himself sincere and hearty:<br>For, give That Whipster but his Errand;<br>He takes my Lord Chief Justice' Warrant:<br>Dauntless as Death away He walks;<br>Breaks the Doors open; snaps the Locks;<br>Searches the Parlour, Chamber, Study;<br>Nor stops, 'till He has Culprit's Body.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since This has been Authentick Truth,<br>By Age deliver'd down to Youth;<br>Tell us, mistaken Husband, tell us,<br>Why so Mysterious, why so Jealous?<br>Does the Restraint, the Bolt, the Bar<br>Make Us less Curious, Her less Fair?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Spy, which does this Treasure keep,<br>Does She ne'er say her Pray'rs, nor sleep?<br>Does She to no Excess incline?<br>Does She fly Musick, Mirth, and Wine?<br>Or have not Gold and Flatt'ry Pow'r,<br>To purchase One unguarded Hour?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your Care does further yet extend:<br>That Spy is guarded by your Friend.—<br>But has This Friend nor Eye, nor Heart?<br>May He not feel the cruel Dart,<br>Which, soon or late, all Mortals feel?<br>May He not, with too tender Zeal,<br>Give the Fair Pris'ner Cause to see,<br>How much He wishes, She were free?<br>May He not craftily infer<br>The Rules of Friendship too severe,<br>Which chain Him to a hated Trust;<br>Which make Him Wretched, to be Just?<br>And may not She, this Darling She,<br>Youthful and healthy, Flesh and Blood,<br>Easie with Him, ill-us'd by Thee,<br>Allow this Logic to be good?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir, Will your Questions never end?<br>I trust to neither Spy nor Friend.<br>In short, I keep Her from the Sight<br>Of ev'ry Human Face.—She'll write.—<br>From Pen and Paper She's debarr'd.—<br>Has She a Bodkin and a Card?<br>She'll bunny her Mind.—She will, You say:<br>But how shall She That Mind convey?<br>I keep Her in one Room: I lock it:<br>The Key (look here) is in this Pocket.<br>The Key-hole, is That left? Most certain.<br>She'll thrust her Letter thro'—Sir Martin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear angry Friend, what must be done?<br>Is there no Way?—There is but One,<br>Send Her abroad; and let Her see,<br>That all this mingled Mass, which She<br>Being forbidden longs to know,<br>Is a dull Farce, an empty Show,<br>Powder, and Pocket-Glass, and Beau;<br>A Staple of Romance and Lies,<br>False Tears, and real Perjuries:<br>Where Sighs and Looks are bought and sold;<br>And Love is made but to be told:<br>Where the fat Bawd, and lavish Heir<br>The Spoils of ruin'd Beauty share:<br>And Youth seduc'd from Friends and Fame,<br>Must give up Age to Want and Shame.<br>Let Her behold the Frantick Scene,<br>The Women wretched, false the Men:<br>And when, these certain Ills to shun,<br>She would to Thy Embraces run;<br>Receive Her with extended Arms:<br>Seem more delighted with her Charms:<br>Wait on Her to the Park and Play:<br>Put on good Humour; make Her gay:<br>Be to her Virtues very kind:<br>Be to her Faults a little blind:<br>Let all her Ways be unconfin'd:<br>And clap your Padlock—on her Mind.</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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(As Horace has divinely sung)
Could not be kept from Jove's Embrace
By Doors of Steel, and Walls of Brass.
The Reason of the Thing is clear;
Would Jove the naked Truth aver:
Cupid was with Him of the Party;
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