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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Young Gentleman In Love. A Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From publick Noise and factious Strife,<br>From all the busie Ills of Life,<br>Take me, My Celia, to Thy Breast;<br>And lull my wearied Soul to Rest:<br>For ever, in this humble Cell,<br>Let Thee and I, my Fair One, dwell;<br>None enter else, but Love—and He<br>Shall bar the Door, and keep the Key.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To painted Roofs, and shining Spires<br>(Uneasie Seats of high Desires)<br>Let the unthinking Many croud,<br>That dare be Covetous and Proud:<br>In golden Bondage let Them wait,<br>And barter Happiness for State:<br>But Oh! My Celia, when Thy Swain<br>Desires to see a Court again;<br>May Heav'n around This destin'd Head<br>The choicest of it's Curses shed:<br>To sum up all the Rage of Fate,<br>In the Two Things I dread and hate;<br>May'st Thou be False, and I be Great.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus, on his Celia's panting Breast,<br>Fond Celadon his Soul exprest;<br>While with Delight the lovely Maid<br>Receiv'd the Vows, She thus repaid:<br>Hope of my Age, Joy of my Youth,<br>Blest Miracle of Love and Truth!<br>All that cou'd e'er be counted Mine,<br>My Love and Life long since are Thine:<br>A real Joy I never knew;<br>'Till I believ'd Thy Passion true:<br>A real Grief I ne'er can find;<br>'Till Thou prov'st Perjur'd or Unkind.<br>Contempt, and Poverty, and Care,<br>All we abhor, and all we fear,<br>Blest with Thy Presence, I can bear.<br>Thro' Waters, and thro' Flames I'll go,<br>Suff'rer and Solace of Thy Woe:<br>Trace Me some yet unheard-of Way,<br>That I Thy Ardour may repay;<br>And make My constant Passion known,<br>By more than Woman yet has done.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Had I a Wish that did not bear<br>The Stamp and Image of my Dear;<br>I'd pierce my Heart thro' ev'ry Vein,<br>And Die to let it out again.<br>No: Venus shall my Witness be,<br>(If Venus ever lov'd like Me)<br>That for one Hour I wou'd not quit<br>My Shepherd's Arms, and this Retreat,<br>To be the Persian Monarch's Bride,<br>Part'ner of all his Pow'r and Pride;<br>Or Rule in Regal State above,<br>Mother of Gods, and Wife of Jove.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O happy these of Human Race! <br>But soon, alas! our Pleasures pass.<br>He thank'd her on his bended Knee;<br>Then drank a Quart of Milk and Tea;<br>And leaving her ador'd Embrace,<br>Hasten'd to Court, to beg a Place.<br>While She, his Absence to bemoan,<br>The very Moment He was gone,<br>Call'd Thyrsis from beneath the Bed;<br>Where all this time He had been hid.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457240" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Moral <br>While Men have these Ambitious Fancies;<br>And wanton Wenches read Romances;<br>Our Sex will—What? Out with it. Lye;<br>And Their's in equal Strains reply.<br>The Moral of the Tale I sing<br>(A Posy for a Wedding Ring)<br>In this short Verse will be confin'd:<br>Love is a Jest; and Vows are Wind.</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>