<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lady, the Knight, and the Friar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE LADY. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O cavalier! what dost thou here, <br>Thy tuneful vigils keeping; <br>While the northern star looks cold from far <br>And half the world is sleeping? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE KNIGHT. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lady! here, for seven long year, <br>Have I been nightly sighing, <br>Without the hope of a single tear <br>To pity me were I dying. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE LADY. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should I take thee to have and to hold, <br>Who hast nor lands nor money? <br>Alas! 'tis only in flowers of gold <br>That married bees flnd honey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE KNIGHT. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lady fair! to my constant prayer <br>Fate proves at last propitious; <br>And bags of gold in my hand I bear, <br>And parchment scrolls delicious. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE LADY. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My maid the door shall open throw, <br>For we too long have tarried: <br>The friar keeps watch in the cellar below, <br>And we will at once be married. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE FRIAR. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My children! great is Fortune's power; <br>And plain this truth appears, <br>That gold thrives more in a single hour, <br>Than love in seven long years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Love+Peacock">Thomas Love Peacock</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=529879" data-title="The Lady, the Knight, and the Friar de Thomas Love Peacock" data-description="THE LADY. O cavalier! what dost thou here, Thy tuneful vigils keeping; While the northern star looks cold from far And half the world is sleeping? THE KNIGHT. O lady! here, for seven long year, Have I been nightly sighing, Without the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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