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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530241" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode to Master Anthony Stafford, to Hasten him into the Country</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 Come, spur away!<br>2 I have no patience for a longer stay;<br>3 But must go down,<br>4 And leave the chargeable noise of this great town.<br>5 I will the country see,<br>6 Where old simplicity,<br>7 Though hid in gray,<br>8 Doth look more gay<br>9 Than foppery in plush and scarlet clad.<br>10 Farewell, you city-wits that are<br>11 Almost at civil war;<br>12 'Tis time that I grow wise, when all the world grows mad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 More of my days<br>14 I will not spend to gain an idiot's praise;<br>15 Or to make sport<br>16 For some slight puny of the Inns of Court.<br>17 Then, worthy Stafford, say,<br>18 How shall we spend the day?<br>19 With what delights<br>20 Shorten the nights?<br>21 When from this tumult we are got secure,<br>22 Where mirth with all her freedom goes,<br>23 Yet shall no finger lose;<br>24 Where every word is thought, and every thought is pure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 There from the tree<br>26 We'll cherries pluck; and pick the strawberry;<br>27 And every day<br>28 Go see the wholesome country girls make hay,<br>29 Whose brown hath lovelier grace<br>30 Than any painted face<br>31 That I do know<br>32 Hyde Park can show.<br>33 Where I had rather gain a kiss, than meet<br>34 (Though some of them in greater state<br>35 Might court my love with plate)<br>36 The beauties of the Cheap, and wives of Lombard Street.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">37 But think upon<br>38 Some other pleasures; these to me are none.<br>39 Why do I prate<br>40 Of women, that are things against my fate?<br>41 I never mean to wed,<br>42 That torture to my bed:<br>43 My Muse is she<br>44 My Love shall be.<br>45 Let clowns get wealth, and heirs; when I am gone,<br>46 And the great bugbear, grisly Death,<br>47 Shall take this idle breath,<br>48 If I a poem leave, that poem is my son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">49 Of this, no more;<br>50 We'll rather taste the bright Pomona's store.<br>51 No fruit shall 'scape<br>52 Our palates, from the damson to the grape.<br>53 Then, full, we'll seek a shade,<br>54 And hear what music's made:<br>55 How Philomel<br>56 Her tale doth tell;<br>57 And how the other birds do fill the quire;<br>58 The thrush and blackbird lend their throats,<br>59 Warbling melodious notes;<br>60 We will all sports enjoy, which others but desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">61 Ours is the sky,<br>62 Where at what fowl we please our hawk shall fly;<br>63 Nor will we spare<br>64 To hunt the crafty fox, or timorous hare;<br>65 But let our hounds run loose<br>66 In any ground they'll choose;<br>67 The buck shall fall,<br>68 The stag, and all.<br>69 Our pleasures must from their own warrants be,<br>70 For to my Muse, if not to me,<br>71 I'm sure all game is free;<br>72 Heaven, earth, are all but parts of her great royalty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">73 And when we mean<br>74 To taste of Bacchus' blessings now and then,<br>75 And drink by stealth<br>76 A cup or two to noble Berkeley's health:<br>77 I'll take my pipe and try<br>78 The Phrygian melody,<br>79 Which he that hears,<br>80 Lets through his ears<br>81 A madness to distemper all the brain.<br>82 Then I another pipe will take<br>83 And Doric music make,<br>84 To civilize with graver notes our wits again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Randolph">Thomas Randolph</a><div class=q>
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2 I have no patience for a longer stay;
3 But must go down,
4 And leave the chargeable noise of this great town.
5 I will the country see,
6 Where old simplicity,
7 Though hid in gray,
8 Doth look more gay
9 Than foppery in plus..."></div>
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