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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Horace: Book 1, Ode 22</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man, my friend, whose conscious heart<br>With virtue's sacred ardour glows,<br>Nor taints with death the envenom'd dart,<br>Nor needs the guard of Moorish bows:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though Scythia's icy cliffs he treads,<br>Or horrid Afric's faithless sands;<br>Or where the fam'd Hydaspes spreads<br>His liquid wealth o'er barbarous lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For while by Chloe's image charm'd,<br>Too far in Sabine woods I stray'd;<br>Me singing, careless and unarm'd,<br>A grisly wolf surprised, and fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No savage more portentous stain'd<br>Apulia's spacious wilds with gore;<br>None fiercer Juba's thirsty land,<br>Dire nurse of raging lions, bore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Place me where no soft summer gale<br>Among the quivering branches sighs;<br>Where clouds condensed for ever veil<br>With horrid gloom the frowning skies;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Place me beneath the burning line,<br>A clime denied to human race;<br>I'll sing of Cloe's charms divine,<br>Her heavenly voice, and beauteous face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Johnson">Samuel Johnson</a><div class=q>
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Nor taints with death the envenom'd dart,
Nor needs the guard of Moorish bows:

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