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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Careless Philosopher's Soliloquy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I rise when I please, when I please I lie down,<br>Nor seek, what I care not a rush for, renown;<br>The rattle called wealth I have learnt to despise,<br>Nor aim to be either important or wise. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let women & children & children-like men<br>Pursue the false trollop the world has called fame.<br>Who just as enjoyed, is instantly flown<br>And leaves disappointment, the hag, in her room. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If the world is content not to stand in my way<br>The world may jog on both by night and by day<br>Unimpeded by me - not a straw will I put<br>Where a dear fellow-creature uplifteth its foot. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=451091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While my conscience upbraids not, I'll rise and lye down,<br>Nor envy a monarch His cares and His crown.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Major+Henry+Livingston+Jr.">Major Henry Livingston Jr.</a></strong></div>

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