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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joy and Pleasure</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now, joy is born of parents poor, <br>And pleasure of our richer kind; <br>Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing <br>As sweet a song as joy confined. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day <br>And dances by false glare at night; <br>But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves <br>To spread its wings in Nature's light. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Joy's like a Bee that gently sucks <br>Away on blossoms its sweet hour; <br>But pleasure's like a greedy Wasp, <br>That plums and cherries would devour. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Joy's like a Lark that lives alone, <br>Whose ties are very strong, though few; <br>But Pleasure like a Cuckoo roams, <br>Makes much acquaintance, no friends true. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Joy from her heart doth sing at home, <br>With little care if others hear; <br>But pleasure then is cold and dumb, <br>And sings and laughs with strangers near.</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=William+Henry+Davies">William Henry Davies</a></strong></div>