<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508133" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Man's Civil War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MY hovering thoughts would fly to heaven<br> And quiet nestle in the sky,<br>Fain would my ship in Virtue's shore<br> Without remove at anchor lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But mounting thoughts are haled down<br> With heavy poise of mortal load,<br>And blustring storms deny my ship<br> In Virtue's haven secure abode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When inward eye to heavenly sights<br> Doth draw my longing heart's desire,<br>The world with jesses of delights<br> Would to her perch my thoughts retire,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fon Fancy trains to Pleasure's lure,<br> Though Reason stiffly do repine;<br>Though Wisdom woo me to the saint,<br> Yet Sense would win me to the shrine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Reason loathes, there Fancy loves,<br> And overrules the captive will;<br>Foes senses are to Virtue's lore,<br> They draw the wit their wish to fill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Need craves consent of soul to sense,<br> Yet divers bents breed civil fray ;<br>Hard hap where halves must disagree,<br> Or truce halves the whole betray !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O cruel fight ! where fighting friend<br> With love doth kill a favoring foe,<br>Where peace with sense is war with God,<br> And self-delight the seed of woe !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dame Pleasure's drugs are steeped in sin,<br> Their sugared taste doth breed annoy ;<br>O fickle sense ! beware her gin,<br> Sell not thy soul to brittle joy !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southwell">Robert Southwell</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=508133" data-title="Man's Civil War de Robert Southwell" data-description="MY hovering thoughts would fly to heaven And quiet nestle in the sky, Fain would my ship in Virtue's shore Without remove at anchor lie. But mounting thoughts are haled down With heavy poise of mortal load, And blustring storms deny my ship I..."></div> </div> </div>

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