<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508777" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Supper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,<br>And the mouth so mocking gay,<br>A wanton you to the finger-tips,<br>Who break men's hearts in play;<br>A thing of dust I have striven for,<br>Honour and manhood given for,<br>Headlong to ruin driven for,<br>And this is the last, you say. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drinking your wine with dainty sips,<br>Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,<br>ong have you held your sway;<br>I have laughed at your merry quips -<br>Now is my time to pay.<br>What we sow we must reap again;<br>When we laugh we must weep again;<br>So to-night we will sleep again,<br>Nor wake until Judgement Day. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis a poisoned wine that your palate lips,<br>Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,<br>Down on your knees and pray;<br>Pray your last ere the moment slips,<br>Pray ere the dark and the terror grips,<br>And the bright world fades away.<br>Pray for the peace and the rest of us:<br>Here comes the Shape in quest of us,<br>Now we must go away. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You and I in the grave's eclipse,<br>Marie Vaux of the painted Lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</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=508777" data-title="The Last Supper de Robert William Service" data-description="Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips, And the mouth so mocking gay, A wanton you to the finger-tips, Who break men's hearts in play; A thing of dust I have striven for, Honour and manhood given for, Headlong to ruin driven for, And this is the last, you..."></div> </div> </div>

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