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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344357" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Match</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature had long a Treasure made<br>Of all her choisest store;<br>Fearing, when She should be decay'd,<br>To beg in vain for more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her Orientest Colours there,<br>And Essences most pure,<br>With sweetest Perfumes hoarded were,<br>All as she thought secure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She seldom them unlock'd, or us'd,<br>But with the nicest care;<br>For, with one grain of them diffus'd,<br>She could the World repair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But likeness soon together drew<br>What she did separate lay;<br>Of which one perfect Beauty grew,<br>And that was Celia.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love wisely had of long fore-seen<br>That he must once grow old;<br>And therefore stor'd a Magazine,<br>To save him from the cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He kept the several Cells repleat<br>With Nitre thrice refin'd;<br>The Naphta's and the Sulphurs heat,<br>And all that burns the Mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fortifi'd the double Gate,<br>And rarely thither came,<br>For, with one Spark of these, he streight<br>All Nature could inflame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till, by vicinity so long,<br>A nearer Way they sought;<br>And, grown magnetically strong,<br>Into each other wrought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus all his fewel did unite<br>To make one fire high:<br>None ever burn'd so hot, so bright:<br>And Celia that am I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we alone the happy rest,<br>Whilst all the World is poor,<br>And have within our Selves possest<br>All Love's and Nature's store.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Marvell">Andrew Marvell</a><div class=q>
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Of all her choisest store;
Fearing, when She should be decay'd,
To beg in vain for more.

Her Orientest Colours there,
And Essences most pure,
With sweetest Perfumes hoarded were,
All as she thought secure.

She sel..."></div>
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