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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Child of Quality, Five Years Old, 1704. The Author then Forty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LORDS, knights, and squires, the numerous band <br>   That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters, <br>Were summoned by her high command <br>   To show their passions by their letters. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My pen amongst the rest I took, <br>   Lest those bright eyes, that cannot read, <br>Should dart their kindling fire, and look <br>   The power they have to be obey'd. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nor quality, nor reputation, <br>   Forbid me yet my flame to tell; <br>Dear Five-years-old befriends my passion, <br>   And I may write till she can spell. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For, while she makes her silkworms beds <br>   With all the tender things I swear; <br>Whilst all the house my passion reads, <br>   In papers round her baby's hair; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She may receive and own my flame; <br>   For, though the strictest prudes should know it, <br>She'll pass for a most virtuous dame, <br>   And I for an unhappy poet. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then too, alas! when she shall tear <br>   The rhymes some younger rival sends, <br>She'll give me leave to write, I fear, <br>   And we shall still continue friends. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For, as our different ages move, <br>   'Tis so ordain'd (would Fate but mend it!), <br>That I shall be past making love <br>   When she begins to comprehend it.</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=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a></strong></div>

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