<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pentadii</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PENTADII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Non est, fulleris, haec beata non est<br>Quod vos creditis esse, vita non est:<br>Fulgentes manibus videre gemmas<br>Et testudineo jacere lecto,<br>Aut pluma latus abdidisse molli,<br>Aut auro bibere, aut cubare cocco;<br>Regales dapibus gravare mensas,<br>Et quicquid Lybico secatur arvo;<br>Non una positum tenere cella:<br>Sed nullos trepidum timere casus,<br>Nec vano populi favore tangi,<br>Et stricto nihil aestuare ferro:<br>Hoc quisquis poterit, licebit illi<br>Fortunam moveat loco superbus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ENGLISHED.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not, y' are deceav'd, it is not blisse<br>What you conceave a happy living is:<br>To have your hands with rubies bright to glow,<br>Then on your tortoise-bed your body throw,<br>And sink your self in down, to drink in gold,<br>And have your looser self in purple roll'd;<br>With royal fare to make the tables groan,<br>Or else with what from Lybick fields is mown,<br>Nor in one vault hoard all your magazine,<br>But at no cowards fate t' have frighted bin;<br>Nor with the peoples breath to be swol'n great,<br>Nor at a drawn stiletto basely swear.<br>He that dares this, nothing to him's unfit,<br>But proud o' th' top of fortunes wheel may sit.</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> <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=499016" data-title="Pentadii de Richard Lovelace" data-description="PENTADII. Non est, fulleris, haec beata non est Quod vos creditis esse, vita non est: Fulgentes manibus videre gemmas Et testudineo jacere lecto, Aut pluma latus abdidisse molli, Aut auro bibere, aut cubare cocco; Regales dapibus gravare mensas, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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