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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499037" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Grassehopper. To My Noble Friend, Mr. Charles Cotton. O</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Oh thou, that swing'st upon the waving eare<br> Of some well-filled oaten beard,<br>Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious teare<br> Dropt thee from Heav'n, where now th'art reard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  II.<br>The joyes of earth and ayre are thine intire,<br> That with thy feet and wings dost hop and flye;<br>And when thy poppy workes, thou dost retire<br> To thy carv'd acorn-bed to lye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  III.<br>Up with the day, the Sun thou welcomst then,<br> Sportst in the guilt plats of his beames,<br>And all these merry dayes mak'st merry men,<br> Thy selfe, and melancholy streames.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IV.<br>But ah, the sickle! golden eares are cropt;<br> CERES and BACCHUS bid good-night;<br>Sharpe frosty fingers all your flowrs have topt,<br> And what sithes spar'd, winds shave off quite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  V.<br>Poore verdant foole! and now green ice, thy joys<br> Large and as lasting as thy peirch of grasse,<br>Bid us lay in 'gainst winter raine, and poize<br> Their flouds with an o'erflowing glasse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VI.<br>Thou best of men and friends? we will create<br> A genuine summer in each others breast;<br>And spite of this cold Time and frosen Fate,<br> Thaw us a warme seate to our rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VII.<br>Our sacred harthes shall burne eternally<br> As vestal flames; the North-wind, he<br>Shall strike his frost-stretch'd winges, dissolve and flye<br> This Aetna in epitome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VIII.<br>Dropping December shall come weeping in,<br> Bewayle th' usurping of his raigne;<br>But when in show'rs of old Greeke we beginne,<br> Shall crie, he hath his crowne againe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IX.<br>Night as cleare Hesper shall our tapers whip<br> From the light casements, where we play,<br>And the darke hagge from her black mantle strip,<br> And sticke there everlasting day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  X.<br>Thus richer then untempted kings are we,<br> That asking nothing, nothing need:<br>Though lord of all what seas imbrace, yet he<br> That wants himselfe, is poore indeed.</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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Oh thou, that swing'st upon the waving eare
 Of some well-filled oaten beard,
Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious teare
 Dropt thee from Heav'n, where now th'art reard.

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The joyes of earth and ayre are thine intire,
 That with thy feet and..."></div>
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