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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Spare, gen'rous victor, spare the slave,<br>Who did unequal war pursue;<br>That more than triumph he might have,<br>In being overcome by you.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In the dispute whate'er I said,<br>My heart was by my tongue belied;<br>And in my looks you might have read<br>How much I argued on your side.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You, far from danger as from fear,<br>Might have sustain'd an open fight:<br>For seldom your opinions err:<br>Your eyes are always in the right.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Why, fair one, would you not rely<br>On Reason's force with Beauty's join'd?<br>Could I their prevalence deny,<br>I must at once be deaf and blind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alas! not hoping to subdue,<br>I only to the fight aspir'd:<br>To keep the beauteous foe in view<br>Was all the glory I desir'd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But she, howe'er of vict'ry sure.<br>Contemns the wreath too long delay'd;<br>And, arm'd with more immediate pow'r,<br>Calls cruel silence to her aid.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Deeper to wound, she shuns the fight:<br>She drops her arms, to gain the field:<br>Secures her conquest by her flight;<br>And triumphs, when she seems to yield.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So when the Parthian turn'd his steed,<br>And from the hostile camp withdrew;<br>With cruel skill the backward reed<br>He sent; and as he fled, he slew.</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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