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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499030" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant; <br>A little respite from thy flood of sweat! <br>Thou, thine own horse and cart under this plant, <br>Thy spacious tent, fan thy prodigious heat; <br>Down with thy double load of that one grain! <br>It is a granarie for all thy train.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cease, large example of wise thrift, awhile <br>(For thy example is become our law), <br>And teach thy frowns a seasonable smile: <br>So Cato sometimes the nak'd Florals saw. <br>And thou, almighty foe, lay by thy sting, <br>Whilst thy unpay'd musicians, crickets, sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lucasta, she that holy makes the day, <br>And 'stills new life in fields of fueillemort, <br>Hath back restor'd their verdure with one ray, <br>And with her eye bid all to play and sport, <br>Ant, to work still! age will thee truant call; <br>And to save now, th'art worse than prodigal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Austere and cynick! not one hour t' allow, <br>To lose with pleasure, what thou gotst with pain; <br>But drive on sacred festivals thy plow, <br>Tearing high-ways with thy ore-charged wain. <br>Not all thy life-time one poor minute live, <br>And thy ore-labour'd bulk with mirth relieve?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look up then, miserable ant, and spie <br>Thy fatal foes, for breaking of their law, <br>Hov'ring above thee: Madam Margaret Pie: <br>And her fierce servant, meagre Sir John Daw: <br>Thy self and storehouse now they do store up, <br>And thy whole harvest too within their crop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus we unthrifty thrive within earth's tomb <br>For some more rav'nous and ambitious jaw: <br>The grain in th' ant's, the ant in the pie's womb, <br>The pie in th' hawk's, the hawk ith' eagle's maw. <br>So scattering to hord 'gainst a long day, <br>Thinking to save all, we cast all away.</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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Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant; 
A little respite from thy flood of sweat! 
Thou, thine own horse and cart under this plant, 
Thy spacious tent, fan thy prodigious heat; 
Down with thy double load of that one grain! 
It is a gran..."></div>
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