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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530179" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Satyr IV. The Pretty Gentleman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Creditors their bankrupt debtors stow<br>Where men for want of coin to durance go<br>& are for being wretched made more so<br>Where poor W---G---could months abide<br>When all his creditt would not him provide<br>with one nights lodging any where beside<br>there on a bed by moths half eat away<br>Damon ye witt ye generous ye gay<br>the heir of Eighteen hundred sterling lay<br>Sullen with grief impatient to endure <br>& yet oppressd with what he could not cure<br>Long did his thoughts upon his Sorrows dwell<br>then they on generall reflections fell<br>for still the mind by private ills aggrievd<br>Is by the thought of common ills relieved<br>this soths ye spleen while that creates dispair<br>One you ingross in 'tother others share</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alass he crys how many have I known<br>by giddy pleasures & ymselves undon<br>We hunt for happiness on eager speed<br>& have a chance that we may all succeed<br>reason & passion draw ye diffrent views<br>& we're all blessd according as we chuse<br>but to our reason seldom we attend<br>tho' all our hopes upon that choice depend<br>see ye degrees thou heedless creature man<br>by which the passions on ye mind obtain<br>as in ye pretty Gentleman suppose<br>for instance how in him yr empire grows<br>up from his swadling to his beauish clothes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scarce can his tongue in tripping accents rove<br>but the nurse lulls him wth wild tales of love<br>Where a kings son as many such have been<br>dyes for ye youngest daughter of a queen<br>these mold his temper till he learns to read<br>& then romantick authors fill his head<br>Where honour in enamelld armour bleeds<br>for love thats errant on ye milk white steed<br>how his eyes dance when magick Castles fly<br>When beautyes freed how pants his heart for Joy<br>how much what ere he reads he longs to try<br>When he can Nature more distinctly see<br>he finds such things as these coud never be<br>Yet still the prejudice is on his Soul<br>& love & honour must his actions rule<br>then that he may their due proportions trace<br>playes following nature he will follow playes<br>at these he dresses talkes fightes loves from these<br>he railes at buisness wch he does not know<br>because ye poett who had none did so<br>In wine & whores & games his guinnys run<br>because the like in such a part is don<br>thats drawn with art to please ye lookers on <br>to repeat verse & with a grace be leud<br>is gay is Dorimant & must be good<br>But when his fullgrown witt a figure makes<br>Without a guide agreably he rakes<br>Nor the stage longer for a pattern takes<br>himself a mode a man of airs a beau<br>Nay poet too—as far as songs will go<br>thus with a world of pains the work is past<br>& he's an entertaining fool at last<br>he does the men of buisness pitty move<br>the men of Moralls soberly reprove<br>the tradesmen cheat him—but the Ladies love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As on this head he woud have spoken more<br>the Jailour happend to unlock the door<br>to lett him know his creditors did wait<br>to make him sell if he woud freedom gett<br>At least three quarters of his whole estate</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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Where men for want of coin to durance go
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Where poor W---G---could months abide
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