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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529697" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Two Men</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THERE were two youths of equal age,<br> Wit, station, strength, and parentage;<br> They studied at the self-same schools,<br> And shaped their thoughts by common rules.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> One pondered on the life of man,<br> His hopes, his endings, and began<br> To rate the Market's sordid war<br> As something scarce worth living for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;I'll brace to higher aims,&quot; said he,<br> &quot;I'll further Truth and Purity;<br> Thereby to mend and mortal lot<br> And sweeten sorrow. Thrive I not,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;Winning their hearts, my kind will give<br> Enough that I may lowly live,<br> And house my Love in some dim dell,<br> For pleasing them and theirs so well.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Idly attired, with features wan,<br> In secret swift he labored on;<br> Such press of power had brought much gold<br> Applied to things of meaner mould.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sometimes he wished his aims had been<br> To gather gains like other men;<br> Then thanked his God he'd traced his track<br> Too far for wish to drag him back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He lookèd from his loft one day<br> To where his slighted garden lay;<br> Nettles and hemlock hid each lawn,<br> And every flower was starved and gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He fainted in his heart, whereon<br> He rose, and sought his plighted one,<br> Resolved to loose her bond withal,<br> Lest she should perish in his fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He met her with a careless air,<br> As though he'd ceased to find her fair,<br> And said: &quot;True love is dust to me;<br> I cannot kiss: I tire of thee!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (That she might scorn him was he fain,<br> To put her sooner out of pain;<br> For incensed love breathes quick and dies,<br> When famished love a-lingering lies.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Once done, his soul was so betossed,<br> It found no more the force it lost:<br> Hope was his only drink and food,<br> And hope extinct, decay ensued.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And, living long so closely penned,<br> He had not kept a single friend;<br> He dwindled thin as phantoms be,<br> And drooped to death in poverty....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Meantime his schoolmate had gone out<br> To join the fortune-finding rout;<br> He liked the winnings of the mart,<br> But wearied of the working part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He turned to seek a privy lair,<br> Neglecting note of garb and hair,<br> And day by day reclined and thought<br> How he might live by doing nought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;I plan a valued scheme,&quot; he said<br> To some. &quot;But lend me of your bread,<br> And when the vast result looms nigh,<br> In profit you shall stand as I.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet they took counsel to restrain<br> Their kindness till they saw the gain;<br> And, since his substance now had run,<br> He rose to do what might be done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He went unto his Love by night,<br> And said: &quot;My Love, I faint in fight:<br> Deserving as thou dost a crown,<br> My cares shall never drag thee down.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> (He had descried a maid whose line<br> Would hand her on much corn and wine,<br> And held her far in worth above<br> One who could only pray and love.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But this Fair read him; whence he failed<br> To do the deed so blithely hailed;<br> He saw his projects wholly marred,<br> And gloom and want oppressed him hard;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Till, living to so mean an end,<br> Whereby he'd lost his every friend,<br> He perished in a pauper sty,<br> His mate the dying pauper nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And moralists, reflecting, said,<br> As &quot;dust to dust&quot; in burial read<br> Was echoed from each coffin-lid,<br> &quot;These men were like in all they did.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q>
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