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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530109" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Imitation Of Some French Verses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Relentless Time! destroying Pow'r<br>Whom Stone and Brass obey,<br>Who giv'st to ev'ry flying Hour<br>To work some new Decay;<br>Unheard, unheeded, and unseen,<br>Thy secret Saps prevail,<br>And ruin Man, a nice Machine<br>By Nature form'd to fail.<br>My Change arrives; the Change I meet,<br>Before I thought it nigh.<br>My Spring, my Years of Pleasure fleet,<br>And all their Beauties dye.<br>In Age I search, and only find<br>A poor unfruitful Gain,<br>Grave Wisdom stalking slow behind,<br>Oppress'd with loads of Pain.<br>My Ignorance cou'd once beguile,<br>And fancy'd Joys inspire;<br>My Errors cherish'd Hope to smile<br>On newly-born Desire.<br>But now Experience shews, the Bliss<br>For which I fondly sought,<br>Not worth the long impatient Wish,<br>And Ardour of the Thought.<br>My Youth met Fortune fair array'd,<br>(In all her Pomp she shone) <br>And might, perhaps, have well essay'd<br>To make her Gifts my own:<br>But when I saw the Blessings show'r<br>On some unworthy Mind,<br>I left the Chace, and own'd the Pow'r <br>Was justly painted blind.<br>I pass'd the Glories which adorn<br>The splendid Courts of Kings,<br>And while the Persons mov'd my Scorn,<br>I rose to scorn the Things.<br>My Manhood felt a vig'rous Fire<br>By Love encreas'd the more;<br>But Years with coming Years conspire<br>To break the Chains I wore.<br>In Weakness safe, the Sex I see<br>With idle Lustre shine;<br>For what are all their Joys to me,<br>Which cannot now be mine?<br>But hold—I feel my Gout decrease,<br>My Troubles laid to rest,<br>And Truths which wou'd disturb my Peace<br>Are painful Truths at best.<br>Vainly the Time I have to roll<br>In sad Reflection flies;<br>Ye fondling Passions of my Soul!<br>Ye sweet Deceits! arise.<br>I wisely change the Scene within,<br>To Things that us'd to please;<br>In Pain, Philosophy is Spleen,<br>In Health, 'tis only Ease.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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Whom Stone and Brass obey,
Who giv'st to ev'ry flying Hour
To work some new Decay;
Unheard, unheeded, and unseen,
Thy secret Saps prevail,
And ruin Man, a nice Machine
By Nature form'd to fail.
My Change arrives; ..."></div>
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