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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Myrtilis - The New Year's Offering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Madam, <br>Long have I look'd my tablets o'er, <br>And find I've much to thank you for;<br>Outstanding debts beyond account,<br>And new - who knows to what amount? <br>Though small my wealth, not small my soul:<br>Come, then, at once I'll pay the whole.<br>Ye powers! I'm rich and will command<br>The host of slaves that round me stand;<br>Come, Indian, quick disclose thy store,<br>And hither bring Peruvian ore:<br>Let yonder Negro pierce the main,<br>The choicest, largest pearl to gain:<br>Let all my slaves their art combine<br>To make the blushing ruby mine,<br>From eastern thrones the diamonds bear<br>To sparkle at her breast and ear.<br>Swift Scythian, point the unerring dart,<br>That strikes the ermine's little heart,<br>And search for choicest furs the globe,<br>To make my Myrtilis a robe.<br>Ah, no! yon Indian will not go, <br>No Scythian designs to bed his bow,<br>No sullen Negro shoots the flood:<br>All, all my empty power disown,<br>I turn and find myself alone;<br>'Tis Fancy's vain illusion all,<br>No Moor nor Scythian waits my call.<br>Can I command, can I consign?<br>Alas! what earthly thing is mine?<br>Come, then, my Muse, companion dear,<br>Of poverty, and soul sincere;<br>Come, dictate to my grateful mind<br>A gift that may acceptance find;<br>Come, gentle Muse, and with thee bear<br>An offering worthy thee and her;<br>And though thy presents be but poor,<br>My Myrtilis will ask no more.<br>A Heart that scorns a shameful thing,<br>With love and verse is all I bring;<br>Of love and verse the gift receive,<br>'Tis all thy servant has to give.<br>If all whate'er my verse has told,<br>Golconda's gems, and Afric's gold;<br>If all were mine from pole to pole,<br>How large her share who shares my soul!<br>But more than these may Heaven impart;<br>Be thine the treasures of the heart;<br>Be calm and glad thy future days<br>With virtue's peace and virtue's praise;<br>Let jealous pride, and sleepless care,<br>And wasting grief, and black despair,<br>And languor chill, and anguish fell,<br>For ever shun thy grove and cell;<br>There only may the happy train<br>Of love, and joy, and peace remain:<br>May plenty, with exhaustless store,<br>Employ thy hand to feed the poor,<br>And ever on thy honour'd head<br>The prayer of gratitude be shed!<br>A happy mother, may'st thou see<br>Thy smiling, virtuous progeny,<br>Whose sportful tricks, and airy play,<br>Fraternal love, and prattle gay,<br>Or wondrous tale, or joyful song,<br>May lure the lingering hours along;<br>Till death arrive, unfelt, unseen,<br>With gentle pace and placid mien,<br>And waft thee to that happy shore<br>Where wishes can have place no more.</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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Long have I look'd my tablets o'er, 
And find I've much to thank you for;
Outstanding debts beyond account,
And new - who knows to what amount? 
Though small my wealth, not small my soul:
Come, then, at once I'll pay the whole.
Ye powers! ..."></div>
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