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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534745" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thelema and Macareus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thelema's lively, all admire<br>Her charms, but she's too full of fire;<br>Impatience ever racks her breast,<br>Her heart a stranger is to rest.<br>A jocund youth of bulky size<br>This nymph beheld with tender eyes,<br>From hers his humor differed quite,<br>Black does not differ more from white.<br>On his broad face and open mien<br>There dwelt tranquility serene;<br>His converse is from languor free<br>And boisterous vivacity.<br>His sleep was sound and sweet at night,<br>Active he was at morn like light;<br>As day advanced he pleased still more,<br>Macareus was the name he bore.<br>His mistress void of thought as fair<br>Tormented him with too much care:<br>She adoration thought her due,<br>And into fierce reproaches flew;<br>Her Macareus with laughter left,<br>And of all hopes of bliss bereft.<br>From clime to clime like mad she ran<br>To seek the dear, the faithless man:<br>From him she could not live content,<br>So first of all to court she went.<br>There she of every one inquired,<br>'Is Macareus with you retired?'<br>Hearing that name the witlings there<br>To laugh and smile could scarce forbear.<br>'Madam,' said they, 'who is this squire<br>Macareus, for whom you inquire?<br>Madam, his character display,<br>Or else we shan't know what to say.'<br>'He is a man,' returned the fair,<br>'Possessed of each endowment rare,<br>A man of virtue so refined,<br>He hated none of human kind;<br>To whom no man e'er owed a spite,<br>Who always knew to reason right,<br>Who void of care lived still at ease,<br>And knew all human kind to please.'<br>The courtiers answered with a sneer,<br>'You are not like to find him here,<br>Mortals with such endowments rare<br>But seldom to the court repair.'<br>The fair then to the city bent<br>Her way, and stopped a convent.<br>She thought that in that calm retreat<br>She might her tranquil lover meet.<br>'Madam,' then said the under-prior,<br>The man for whom you thus inquire<br>We long have waited for in vain,<br>To visit us he ne'er did deign.<br>But such a loss to compensate,<br>We've idle time and vigils late;<br>We have our stated days of fasting<br>With discord and divisions lasting.'<br>A short monk then with crown shaved o'er,<br>Said, 'Madam, seek this man no more;<br>For I'm by false reports misled,<br>Or else your lover's long since dead.'<br>What the monk insolently said<br>Made Thelema with rage grow red:<br>'Brother,' said she, 'I'd have you know<br>The man who has caused all my woe<br>Was made for me, and me alone,<br>He's in this world on which I'm thrown;<br>With me he'll live and die content,<br>I'm propery his element:<br>Who aught else told you, on my word,<br>Has said a thing that's most absurd.'<br>This said, away the fair one ran,<br>Resolved to find the inconstant man.<br>'At Paris, where the wits abound,<br>Perhaps,' said she, 'he may be found,<br>The wits speak of him as a sage;'<br>On of them said: 'You by our page,<br>Madam, perhaps have been misled;<br>When there of Macareus you read,<br>We spoke of one we never knew.'<br>Then near she to the law-court drew,<br>Shutting her eyes, quick passed the fair,<br>'My love,' she cried, 'can't sure be there;<br>There's some attraction in the Court,<br>But who'd to this vile place resort?<br>Themis' black followers needs must prove<br>Eternal foes to him I love.'<br>Fair Thelema at Rameau's shrine,<br>Where the muse utters strains divine,<br>The man who her so much neglected<br>There to meet, was what she expected.<br>At those feasts oft she was a guest,<br>Where meet gay people richly dressed;<br>Such people as we all agree<br>To call the best of company.<br>People of an address polite,<br>She looked upon at the first sight<br>As perfect copies of her lover;<br>But she soon after could discover,<br>That striving most to appear the same,<br>They still were widest of their aim.<br>At last the fair one in despair,<br>Finding how vain was all her care,<br>And grown of her inquiries tired,<br>To her retreat would have retired:<br>The object which she there first spied<br>Was Macareus by her bedside;<br>He waited there, hid from her eyes,<br>That he the fair one might surprise:<br>'Henceforward,' said he, 'live with me,<br>From all inquietude be free,<br>Do not, like vain and haughty dames,<br>Be too assuming in your claims;<br>And if you would henceforth possess<br>My person and my tenderness,<br>Never more make demands more high<br>Than suits me with them to comply.'<br>Who's understood by either name,<br>Both of the lover and the dame,<br>The folks who are profound in Greek<br>Cannot be very far to seek.<br>Taught by this emblem they'll relate<br>What's to be every mortal's fate,<br>Thee, Macareus, though all men choose,<br>Though much they love thee, oft they lose;<br>And I'm persuaded that you dwell<br>With me, though this I fear to tell.<br>Who boasts that with thee he is blessed,<br>By envy oft is dispossessed;<br>A man should know, to make thee sure,<br>How to live happy while obscure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Voltaire">Voltaire</a><div class=q>
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Her charms, but she's too full of fire;
Impatience ever racks her breast,
Her heart a stranger is to rest.
A jocund youth of bulky size
This nymph beheld with tender eyes,
From hers his humor differed quite,
Black does..."></div>
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