<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Secretary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">While with labour assiduous due pleasure I mix,<br>And in one day atone for the business of six,<br>In a little Dutch chaise, on a Saturday night,<br>On my left hand my Horace, a W* on my right<br>No memoirs to compose, and no postboy to move,<br>That on Sunday may hinder the softness of love;<br>For her, neither visits, nor parties at tea,<br>Nor the long-winded cant of a dull refugee:<br>This night and the next shall be here, shall be mine,<br>To good or ill fortune the third we resign:<br>Thus scorning the world, and superior to fate,<br>I drive on my car in processional state;<br>So with Phia through Athens Pisistratus rode,<br>Men thought her Minerva, and him a new god.<br>But why should I stories of Athens rehearse,<br>Where people knew love, and were partial to verse;<br>Since none can with justice my pleasure oppose,<br>In Holland half drown'd in interest and prose?<br>By Greece and past ages what need I be tried,<br>When the Hague and the present are both on my side?<br>And is it enough for the joys of the day<br>To think what Anacreon or Sappho would say?<br>When good Vendergoes and his provident Vrow,<br>As they gaze on my triumph, do freely allow<br>That search all the province, you'll find no man dar is<br>So bless'd as the <br>English heer Secretar'<br>is.</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=457229" data-title="The Secretary de Matthew Prior" data-description="While with labour assiduous due pleasure I mix, And in one day atone for the business of six, In a little Dutch chaise, on a Saturday night, On my left hand my Horace, a W* on my right No memoirs to compose, and no postboy to move, That on Sunday ..."></div> </div> </div>

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