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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Her Royal Highness, the Princess of</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Abeauteous princess often may<br>Languish in pleasure's season gay;<br>The empty forms of haughty state<br>Oft make life tedious to the great.<br> <br>It must the greatest king confound,<br>With all his courtiers circled round,<br>Amidst a splendid court to find,<br>That grandeur can't give peace of mind.<br> <br>Some think that play can give delight,<br>But soon it grows insipid quite;<br>And monarchs have been often seen,<br>While gaming, tortured with the spleen.<br> <br>A king oft feasts with heavy heart,<br>Pleasures to him no joy impart;<br>While the dull vulgar contemplate,<br>Like gazing idiots, pomp and state,<br> <br>And fondly think who is possessed<br>Of them with bliss supreme is blessed.<br>Soon as the sun's refulgent rays,<br>Spread o'er the hemisphere their blaze;<br> <br>The king begins another day,<br>Yet knows not where to take his way:<br>Tired of himself he straight repairs<br>To company, to soothe his cares.<br> <br>But pleasure flies from his embrace,<br>It rises not from change of place;<br>This day's insipid as the last,<br>At night he knows not how it passed.<br> <br>Time's loss is not to be repaired,<br>Life's to an instant well compared;<br>What, when life posts away so fast,<br>Can days appear so long at last?<br> <br>Princess, whose worth above thy age,<br>All hearts at two courts can engage;<br>You usefully that time employ,<br>By youth consumed in rapid joy.<br> <br>The genius given by heaven benign,<br>You strive to polish and refine,<br>By studies which at once unite<br>Instructions solid, with delight.<br> <br>'Tis best the mind should be employed,<br>Indolence leaves a craving void;<br>The soul is like a subtle fire,<br>Which if not fed must soon expire.</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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Oft make life tedious to the great.
 
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