<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457210" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Female Phaeton</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus Kitty, beautiful and young,<br>And wild as colt untamed,<br>Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung,<br>With little rage inflamed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inflamed with rage at sad restraint<br>Which wise mamma ordain'd,<br>And sorely vex'd to play the saint<br>Whilst wit and beauty reign'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall I thumb holy books, confined<br>With Abigails, forsaken?<br>Kitty's for other things design'd,<br>Or I am much mistaken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must Lady Jenny frisk about, <br>And visit with her cousins?<br>At balls must she make all the rout,<br>And bring home hearts by dozens?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What has she better, pray, than I?<br>What hidden charms to boast,<br>That all mankind for her should die,<br>Whilst I am scarce a toast?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dearest mamma, for once let me<br>Unchain'd my fortune try:<br>I'll have my earl as well as she,<br>Or know the reason why.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score,<br>Make all her lovers fall:<br>They'll grieve I was not loosed before;<br>She I was loosed at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fondness prevail'd, mamma gave way:<br>Kitty, at heart's desire,<br>Obtain'd the chariot for a day,<br>And set the world on fire.</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=457210" data-title="The Female Phaeton de Matthew Prior" data-description="Thus Kitty, beautiful and young, And wild as colt untamed, Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung, With little rage inflamed. Inflamed with rage at sad restraint Which wise mamma ordain'd, And sorely vex'd to play the saint Whilst wit and beauty..."></div> </div> </div>

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