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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499046" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Snayl</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wise emblem of our politick world,<br>Sage Snayl, within thine own self curl'd,<br>Instruct me softly to make hast,<br>Whilst these my feet go slowly fast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Compendious Snayl! thou seem'st to me<br>Large Euclid's strict epitome;<br>And in each diagram dost fling<br>Thee from the point unto the ring.<br>A figure now trianglare,<br>An oval now, and now a square,<br>And then a serpentine, dost crawl,<br>Now a straight line, now crook'd, now all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Preventing rival of the day,<br>Th' art up and openest thy ray;<br>And ere the morn cradles the moon,<br>Th' art broke into a beauteous noon.<br>Then, when the Sun sups in the deep,<br>Thy silver horns e're Cinthia's peep;<br>And thou, from thine own liquid bed,<br>New Phoebus, heav'st thy pleasant head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who shall a name for thee create,<br>Deep riddle of mysterious state?<br>Bold Nature, that gives common birth<br>To all products of seas and earth,<br>Of thee, as earth-quakes, is afraid,<br>Nor will thy dire deliv'ry aid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thou, thine own daughter, then, and sire,<br>That son and mother art intire,<br>That big still with thy self dost go,<br>And liv'st an aged embrio;<br>That like the cubbs of India,<br>Thou from thy self a while dost play;<br>But frighted with a dog or gun,<br>In thine own belly thou dost run,<br>And as thy house was thine own womb,<br>So thine own womb concludes thy tomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But now I must (analys'd king)<br>Thy oeconomick virtues sing;<br>Thou great stay'd husband still within,<br>Thou thee that's thine dost discipline;<br>And when thou art to progress bent,<br>Thou mov'st thy self and tenement,<br>As warlike Scythians travayl'd, you<br>Remove your men and city too;<br>Then, after a sad dearth and rain,<br>Thou scatterest thy silver train;<br>And when the trees grow nak'd and old,<br>Thou cloathest them with cloth of gold,<br>Which from thy bowels thou dost spin,<br>And draw from the rich mines within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now hast thou chang'd thee, saint, and made<br>Thy self a fane that's cupula'd;<br>And in thy wreathed cloister thou<br>Walkest thine own gray fryer too;<br>Strickt and lock'd up, th'art hood all ore,<br>And ne'r eliminat'st thy dore.<br>On sallads thou dost feed severe,<br>And 'stead of beads thou drop'st a tear,<br>And when to rest each calls the bell,<br>Thou sleep'st within thy marble cell,<br>Where, in dark contemplation plac'd,<br>The sweets of Nature thou dost tast,<br>Who now with time thy days resolve,<br>And in a jelly thee dissolve,<br>Like a shot star, which doth repair<br>Upward, and rarifie the air.</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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Sage Snayl, within thine own self curl'd,
Instruct me softly to make hast,
Whilst these my feet go slowly fast.

 Compendious Snayl! thou seem'st to me
Large Euclid's strict epitome;
And in each diagram dost flin..."></div>
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