<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530206" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thanks to the friend whose happy lines coud cheer<br>In Derry's oaten soil frozen air<br>When to the Citty late I bid farewell<br>Beneath my firm resolves my scribling fell<br>The Ghost of my departed Muse you raise<br>tune her tongue to long forgotten layes<br>Thus a poor girl by passion overrun<br>Tires with the folly forsakes the town<br>But if her shades present a powrfull swain<br>She feels ye woman stirr loves again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your thoughts are Just your words fall in wth ease<br>Who woud not be abused in lines like these<br>Mindless of all the ill they say of me<br>I read them admire their poetry<br>So when a Charming beauty strikes ye heart<br>We slight the wound to gaze upon ye dart<br>But oh My friend of writing much beware<br>If once you're charmd youre fixd for ever there<br>Fame all abroad loose desires with in<br>Intice a giddy creature to the pen<br>A Cælia soon he getts to whom to write<br> the brisk bottle must compleat ye witt<br>Then every minute of succeeding time<br>Invents a frolick or creates a whim<br>Which his leud absent friend must hear in rime<br>You'll think ( others have been thus undone)<br>Your reason can the growing passion shun<br>But did you know its strength youd doubt your own</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your best endeavours on ye law bestow<br>Rough as it is 'tis proffitable too<br>Cowel Blunt have words Cook ye way<br>to keep the wrangling sons of earth in play<br>then if your books you use your Clients pay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stay Muse in paths you never trod you rove<br>My lean advice does my presumption prove<br>But Can it shew my fault & not my love <br>Kindly accept what I in kindness send<br>think me as I think my self your friend.</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> <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=530206" data-title="To de Thomas Parnell" data-description="Thanks to the friend whose happy lines coud cheer In Derry's oaten soil frozen air When to the Citty late I bid farewell Beneath my firm resolves my scribling fell The Ghost of my departed Muse you raise tune her tongue to long forgotten layes Thu..."></div> </div> </div>

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