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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy II: The Anagram</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marry, and love thy Flavia, for, ſhee<br>Hath all things, whereby others beautious bee,<br>For, though her eyes be ſmall, her mouth is great,<br>Though they be Ivory, yet her teeth be jeat,<br>Though they be dimme, yet ſhe is light enough,<br>And though her harſh haire fall, her skinne is rough;<br>What though her cheeks be yellow, her haire's red,<br>Give her thine, and ſhe hath a maydenhead.<br>Theſe things are beauties elements, where theſe<br>Meet in one, that one muſt, as perfect, pleaſe.<br>If red and white and each good quality<br>Be in thy wench, ne'r aske where it doth lye.<br>In buying things perfum'd, we aske; if there<br>Be muske and amber in it, but not where.<br>Though all her parts be not in th'uſuall place,<br>She'hath yet an Anagram of a good face.<br>If we might put the letters but one way,<br>In the leane dearth of words, what could wee ſay?<br>When by the Gamut ſome Muſitions make<br>A perfect ſong, others will undertake,<br>By the ſame Gamut chang'd, to equall it.<br>Things ſimply good, can never be unfit;<br>She's faire as any, if all be like her,<br>And if none bee, then ſhe is ſingular.<br>All love is wonder; if wee juſtly doe<br>Account her wonderfull, why not lovely too?<br>Love built on beauty, ſoone as beauty, dies,<br>Chuſe this face, chang'd by no deformities;<br>Women are like Angels; the faire be<br>Like thoſe which fell to worſe; but ſuch as ſhee,<br>Like to good Angels, nothing can impaire:<br>'Tis leſſe griefe to be foule, then to'have beene faire.<br>For one nights revels, ſilke and gold we chuſe,<br>But, in long journeyes, cloth, and leather uſe.<br>Beauty is barren oft; beſt huſbands ſay<br>There is beſt land, where there is fouleſt way.<br>Oh what a ſoveraigne Plaiſter will ſhee bee<br>If thy paſt ſinnes have taught thee jealouſie!<br>Here needs no ſpies, nor eunuches; her commit<br>Safe to thy foes; yea, to a Marmoſit.<br>When Belgiaes citties, the round countries drowne,<br>That durty fouleneſſe guards, and armes the towne:<br>So doth her face guard her; and ſo, for thee,<br>Which, forc'd by buſineſſe, abſent oft muſt bee,<br>Shee, whoſe face, like clouds, turnes the day to night,<br>Who, mightier thē the ſea, makes Moores ſeem white,<br>Who, though ſeaven yeares, ſhe in the Stews had laid,<br>A Nunnery durſt receive, and thinke a maid,<br>And though in childbeds labour ſhe did lie,<br>Midwifes would ſweare, 'twere but a tympanie,<br>Whom, if ſhee accuſe her ſelfe, I credit leſſe<br>Then witches, which impoſſibles confeſſe.<br>One like none, and lik'd of none, fitteſt were,<br>For, things in faſhion every man will weare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q>
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