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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535488" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time to Be Wise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YES; I write verses now and then,<br>But blunt and flaccid is my pen,<br>No longer talk’d of by young men<br>As rather clever;<br>In the last quarter are my eyes, <br>You see it by their form and size;<br>Is it not time then to be wise?<br>Or now or never.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fairest that ever sprang from Eve!<br>While Time allows the short reprieve, <br>Just look at me! would you believe<br>’T was once a lover?<br>I cannot clear the five-bar gate;<br>But, trying first its timber’s state,<br>Climb stiffly up, take breath, and wait <br>To trundle over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through gallopade I cannot swing<br>The entangling blooms of Beauty’s spring:<br>I cannot say the tender thing,<br>Be ’t true or false, <br>And am beginning to opine<br>Those girls are only half divine<br>Whose waists yon wicked boys entwine<br>In giddy waltz.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I fear that arm above that shoulder; <br>I wish them wiser, graver, older,<br>Sedater, and no harm if colder,<br>And panting less.<br>Ah! people were not half so wild<br>In former days, when, starchly mild, <br>Upon her high-heel’d Essex smil’d<br>The brave Queen Bess.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walter+Savage+Landor">Walter Savage Landor</a><div class=q>
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But blunt and flaccid is my pen,
No longer talk’d of by young men
As rather clever;
In the last quarter are my eyes, 
You see it by their form and size;
Is it not time then to be wise?
Or now or never.

Fairest ..."></div>
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