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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Satyr III. Virtue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is virtue something reall here below<br>Or but an Idle name & empty show<br>While on this head I take my thoughts to task<br>Methinks young Freedom answers wt I ask<br>In his own moralls thus the Spark goes on<br>Or thus if he were here he might have don</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In what wild hill or unfrequented plain<br>hast thou been bred so ignorant of men<br>Such doubts in such a world to entertain<br>Or has thy father had an hopefull son<br>by Colledge education quite undon<br>& therefore wisely gave his others none<br>Believe me Sr that what you faign woud know<br>is but a word to signify a show<br>Often it is 'tis often not designd<br>& still it makes a riddle of the mind.<br>Now see how evidently this appears<br>in the clear language of particulars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All men do Sporus very chast esteem<br>But does he rule his will or nature him<br>What he might be himself he little knows<br>Who never had a passion to oppose<br>he must be chast with out a world of pains<br>for all his virtue is his impotence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Damon the hottest rakell of the town<br>has his cast misses on the common thrown<br>No signs of great repentance does he show<br>But the mans bound his wife's his virtue now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor friends nor glorious wine nor sparkling witt<br>Makes Codrus ere beyond a bottle sitt<br>this is his temperance his acquaintance say<br>& att the barr they give him leave to pay<br>But they forgett that Codrus is so poor<br>& all his virtue may be want of more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A sexton scarcely can resolve to ring<br>But Cotta flyes as on devotions wing<br>tows his old aunt in black to every prayer<br>Whines as he goes & prayes aloud when there<br>thus to be Guardian when she dies he'le gett<br>his virtue is the hopes of pow'r to cheat </div><div style="margin:10px 0">thus various mankind cou'd I quickly trace<br>& show how fondly we mistake their wayes<br>how something which they are not oft they seem<br>& how that something brings them in esteem<br>but to be short with in my self I feel<br>too deepely rooted all the seeds of ill<br>Mad passions reason not invincible<br>& chance to be misguided in my will<br>Why shoud I think another has not these<br>is he more perfect man or am I less.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To such a loose harangue on t'other side<br>My honest Trueman woud have thus replyd<br>While by yr own you blame anothers soul<br>You must go wrong & ye illbiassd bowl<br>bear on a falser ground at every roul<br>tis granted where the moralls run awry<br>there your reflections very justly ly<br>but think you there are none to good inclind<br>from the meer sway of reason on their mind<br>think you that every one woud rather be<br>Slave to his passions then from passion free<br>for such they are who have no powr to stay<br>When every weak temptation calls away<br>Curio is summond to Corinna's house<br>Cross is his father cruell is her spouse<br>the dangers great but Curio must be gon<br>a pleasure tempts a passion hurry's on<br>Nor are the troubles which pursue it all<br>for you may feel the very fetters gall<br>Dispair & hope with lingring pangs remain<br>Sorrow & Joy give much a quicker pain<br>& love & hate in wild convulsions reign.<br>When with their proper objects these attack<br>tis to be virtuous then to drive 'em back<br>entrenchd with in ye rules wch prudence makes<br>tis virtue still an æquall mind to bear<br>Nor swoln wth hope nor too depressed wth fear<br>to lett the Man secure from passion move<br>in reasons orb serenely plac'd above<br>tis Virtue to maintain your country's cause<br>Support your king while he supports her laws<br>nor in th' oppressing of a kingdom share<br>for fifteen hundred English pounds a year<br>paid down by order of ye Commons here <br>tis virtue & the highest mentiond yet<br>to think religion not a trick of state</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature has fooles who know not of this way<br>& fooles alone have priviledge to stray<br>But if a Competence of Sense she give<br>& the receivers do not upright live<br>their different failures do such words create<br>as Atheist traytor villain rakehell cheat<br>defamer pander whore knight of ye post<br>& hypocrites a Common name for most<br>Most strive to varnish their prevailing vice<br>& grant with ease when they succeed in this<br>the Case the same where the appearance is<br>but goodness ever has the same appeard<br>While no design is still upon its guard<br>the best is onely but ye best begun<br>Sooner or later by its self undon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ore peaceful citts the hectring bullys reign<br>But while they hector so they know their men<br>Shoud they vex one at last to Cudgells bred<br>the masque of valour wont protect ye head<br>While the tough cane insults the shining blade</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I scorn in verity old Gripus cry's<br>this swearing this unprofitable vice<br>but mony mollifys the wretches scorn<br>& he who hates to swear will be forsworn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">thus ill men never fail of being known<br>how sly so e're a vizard they put on<br>but still the good both seem & are ye same<br>unmovd by passion, int'rest, humour, fame<br>tis thus that they deserve ye name of men<br>by ruling of themselves they empires gain<br>& laugh at fortune raisd above her reign.</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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Or but an Idle name & empty show
While on this head I take my thoughts to task
Methinks young Freedom answers wt I ask
In his own moralls thus the Spark goes on
Or thus if he were here he might have don

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