<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539325" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Price of An Equipage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Servum si potes, Ole, non habere,<br>Et regem potes, Ole, non habere. Mart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">('If thou from Fortune dost no servant crave,<br>Believe me thou no master need'st to have.')</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask'd a friend, amidst the throng,<br>Whose coach it was that trail'd along?<br>'The gilded coach there - don't ye mind?<br>That with the footmen stuck behind.'<br>'O Sir!' says he, 'what! han't you seen it?<br>'Tis Damon's Coach, and Damon in it.<br>'Tis odd, methinks, you have forgot<br>Your friend, your neighbour, and - what not!<br>Your old acquaintance Damon!' - 'True;<br>But faith his Equipage is new.'<br>'Bless me,' said I, 'where can it end?<br>That madness has possess'd my friend?<br>Four powder'd slaves, and those the tallest,<br>Their stomachs, doubtless, not the smallest!<br>Can Damon's revenue maintain,<br>In lace and food, so large a train?<br>I know his land - each inch of ground -<br>'Tis not a mile to walk it round -<br>If Damon's whole estate can bear<br>To keep his lad and one-horse chair,<br>I own 'tis past my comprehension.'<br>'Yes, Sir; but Damon has a pension.'<br>Thus does a false ambition rule us,<br>Thus pomp delude, and folly fool us;<br>To keep a race of flickering knaves,<br>He grows himself the worst of slaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Shenstone">William Shenstone</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=539325" data-title="The Price of An Equipage de William Shenstone" data-description="Servum si potes, Ole, non habere, Et regem potes, Ole, non habere. Mart. ('If thou from Fortune dost no servant crave, Believe me thou no master need'st to have.') I ask'd a friend, amidst the throng, Whose coach it was that trail'd along? 'The ..."></div> </div> </div>

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