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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498942" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Advice To My Best Brother, Coll: Francis Lovelace.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frank, wil't live unhandsomely? trust not too far<br>Thy self to waving seas: for what thy star,<br>Calculated by sure event, must be,<br>Look in the glassy-epithete, and see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet settle here your rest, and take your state,<br>And in calm halcyon's nest ev'n build your fate;<br>Prethee lye down securely, Frank, and keep<br>With as much no noyse the inconstant deep<br>As its inhabitants; nay, stedfast stand,<br>As if discover'd were a New-found-land,<br>Fit for plantation here. Dream, dream still,<br>Lull'd in Dione's cradle; dream, untill<br>Horrour awake your sense, and you now find<br>Your self a bubbled pastime for the wind;<br>And in loose Thetis blankets torn and tost.<br>Frank, to undo thy self why art at cost?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor be too confident, fix'd on the shore:<br>For even that too borrows from the store<br>Of her rich neighbour, since now wisest know<br>(And this to Galileo's judgement ow),<br>The palsie earth it self is every jot<br>As frail, inconstant, waveing, as that blot<br>We lay upon the deep, that sometimes lies<br>Chang'd, you would think, with 's botoms properties;<br>But this eternal, strange Ixion's wheel<br>Of giddy earth ne'er whirling leaves to reel,<br>Till all things are inverted, till they are<br>Turn'd to that antick confus'd state they were.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who loves the golden mean, doth safely want<br>A cobwebb'd cot and wrongs entail'd upon't;<br>He richly needs a pallace for to breed<br>Vipers and moths, that on their feeder feed;<br>The toy that we (too true) a mistress call,<br>Whose looking-glass and feather weighs up all;<br>And cloaths which larks would play with in the sun,<br>That mock him in the night, when 's course is run.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> To rear an edifice by art so high,<br>That envy should not reach it with her eye,<br>Nay, with a thought come neer it. Wouldst thou know,<br>How such a structure should be raisd, build low.<br>The blust'ring winds invisible rough stroak<br>More often shakes the stubborn'st, prop'rest oak;<br>And in proud turrets we behold withal,<br>'Tis the imperial top declines to fall:<br>Nor does Heav'n's lightning strike the humble vales,<br>But high-aspiring mounts batters and scales.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A breast of proof defies all shocks of Fate,<br>Fears in the best, hopes in worser state;<br>Heaven forbid that, as of old, time ever<br>Flourish'd in spring so contrary, now never.<br>That mighty breath, which blew foul Winter hither,<br>Can eas'ly puffe it to a fairer weather.<br>Why dost despair then, Frank? Aeolus has<br>A Zephyrus as well as Boreas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Tis a false sequel, soloecisme 'gainst those<br>Precepts by fortune giv'n us, to suppose<br>That, 'cause it is now ill, 't will ere be so;<br>Apollo doth not always bend his bow;<br>But oft, uncrowned of his beams divine,<br>With his soft harp awakes the sleeping Nine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In strictest things magnanimous appear,<br>Greater in hope, howere thy fate, then fear:<br>Draw all your sails in quickly, though no storm<br>Threaten your ruine with a sad alarm;<br>For tell me how they differ, tell me, pray,<br>A cloudy tempest and a too fair day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a><div class=q>
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Thy self to waving seas: for what thy star,
Calculated by sure event, must be,
Look in the glassy-epithete, and see.

 Yet settle here your rest, and take your state,
And in calm halcyon's nest ev'..."></div>
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