<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Death Of The Vice-Chancellor, A Physician (Translated From Milton)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Learn ye nations of the earth<br>The condition of your birth,<br>Now be taught your feeble state,<br>Know, that all must yield to Fate!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If the mournful Rover, Death,<br>Say but once-resign your breath-<br>Vainly of escape you dream,<br>You must pass the Stygian stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could the stoutest overcome<br>Death's assault, and baffle Doom,<br>Hercules had both withstood<br>Undiseas'd by Nessus' blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ne'er had Hector press'd the plain<br>By a trick of Pallas slain,<br>Nor the Chief to Jove allied<br>By Achilles' phantom died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could enchantments life prolong,<br>Circe, saved by magic song,<br>Still had liv'd, and equal skill<br>Had preserv'd Medea still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dwelt in herbs and drugs a pow'r<br>To avert Man's destin'd hour,<br>Learn'd Machaon should have known<br>Doubtless to avert his own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chiron had survived the smart<br>Of the Hydra-tainted dart,<br>And Jove's bolt had been with ease<br>Foil'd by Asclepiades.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou too, Sage! of whom forlorn<br>Helicon and Cirrha mourn, <br>Still had'st filled thy princely place,<br>Regent of the gowned race,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had'st advanc'd to higher fame<br>Still, thy much-ennobled name,<br>Nor in Charon's skiff explored<br>The Tartarean gulph abhorr'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But resentful Proserpine,<br>Jealous of thy skill divine,<br>Snapping short thy vital thread<br>Thee too number'd with the Dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wise and good! untroubled be<br>The green turf that covers thee,<br>Thence in gay profusion grow<br>All the sweetest flow'rs that blow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pluto's Consort bid thee rest!<br>Oeacus pronounce thee blest!<br>To her home thy shade consign,<br>Make Elysium ever thine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</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=537781" data-title="On The Death Of The Vice-Chancellor, A Physician (Translated From Milton) de William Cowper" data-description="Learn ye nations of the earth The condition of your birth, Now be taught your feeble state, Know, that all must yield to Fate! If the mournful Rover, Death, Say but once-resign your breath- Vainly of escape you dream, You must pass the Stygian st..."></div> </div> </div>

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