Kitap 2
Let men of wit and humor silence shun,
The artist sing, and soldier bluster on;
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Of long harangues ye eloquent take heed,
Nor thy damn'd works thou teazing poet read."
Thus Phoebus spake: ajust obedience give,
And these injunctions from a god receive.
I mysteries unfold; to my advice
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Attend, ye vulgar lovers, and grow wise.
The thriving grain in harvest often fails,
Oft prosp'rous winds turn adverse to our sails;
Few are the pleasures, tho' the toils are great;
With patience must submissive lovers wait.
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What hares on Athos, bees on Hybla feed,
Or berries on the circling ivy breed?
As shells on sandy shores, as stars above,
So num'rous are the sure fatigues of love.
The lady's gone abroad, you're told; tho' seen,
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Distrust your eyes, believe her not within.
Her lodgings on the promis'd night are close,
Resent it not, but on the earth repose.
