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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=506446" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epistle To A Young Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lang hae thought, my youthfu' friend, <br>A something to have sent you, <br>Tho' it should serve nae ither end <br>Than just a kind momento: <br>But how the subject-theme may gang, <br>Let time and change determine; <br>Perhaps it may turn out a sang: <br>Perhaps turn out a sermon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye'll try the world soon my lad; <br>And, Andrew dear, believe me, <br>Ye'll find mankind an unco squad, <br>And muckle they may grieve ye. <br>For care and trouble set your thought, <br>Ev'n when your end's attained; <br>And a' your views may come to nought, <br>Where ev'ry nerve is strained. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll no say, men are villains a'; <br>The real, harden'd wicked, <br>What hae nae check but human law, <br>Are to a few restricked; <br>But, och! mankind are unco weak, <br>An' little to be trusted; <br>If self the wavering balance shake, <br>It's rarely right adjusted! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet they wha fa' in fortune's strife, <br>Their fate we shouldna censure; <br>For still, th'important end of life <br>They equally may answer; <br>A man may hae in honest heart, <br>Tho' poortith hourly stare him; <br>A man may tak a neibor's part, <br>Yet hae nae cash to spare him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aye free, aff-han', your story tell, <br>When wi' a bosom crony; <br>But still keep something to yoursel', <br>Ye scarcely tell to ony: <br>Conceal yoursel' as weel's ye can <br>Frae critical dissection; <br>But keek thro' ev'ry other man, <br>Wi' sharpen'd, sly inspection. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sacred lowe o' well-plac'd love, <br>Luxuriantly indulge it; <br>But never tempt th' illicit rove, <br>Tho' naething should divulge it: <br>I waive the quantum o' the sin, <br>The hazard of concealing; <br>But, och! it hardens a' within, <br>And petrifies the feeling! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To catch dame Fortune's golden smile, <br>Assiduous wait upon her; <br>And gather gear by ev'ry wile <br>That's justified by honour; <br>Not for to hide it in a hedge, <br>Nor for a train attendant; <br>But for the glorious privilege <br>Of being independent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip, <br>To haud the wretch in order; <br>But where ye feel your honour grip, <br>Let that aye be your border; <br>Its slightest touches, instant pause- <br>Debar a' side-pretences; <br>And resolutely keep its laws, <br>Uncaring consequences. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The great Creator to revere, <br>Must sure become the creature; <br>But still the preaching cant forbear, <br>And ev'n the rigid feature: <br>Yet ne'er with wits profane to range, <br>Be complaisance extended; <br>An atheist-laugh's a poor exchange <br>For Deity offended! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When ranting round in pleasure's ring, <br>Religion may be blinded; <br>Or if she gie a random sting, <br>It may be little minded; <br>But when on life we're tempest-driv'n- <br>A conscience but a canker, <br>A correspondence fix'd wi' Heav'n, <br>Is sure a noble anchor! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adieu, dear, amiable youth! <br>Your heart can ne'er be wanting! <br>May prudence, fortitude, and truth, <br>Erect your brow undaunting! <br>In ploughman phrase, ``God send you speed,'' <br>Still daily to grow wiser; <br>And may ye better reck the rede, <br>Than ever did th' adviser!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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A something to have sent you, 
Tho' it should serve nae ither end 
Than just a kind momento: 
But how the subject-theme may gang, 
Let time and change determine; 
Perhaps it may turn out a sang: 
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