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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37482" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy III: Change</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although thy hand and faith, and good workes too,<br>Have ſeal'd thy love which nothing ſhould undoe,<br>Yea though thou fall backe, that apoſtaſie<br>Confirme thy love; yet much, much I feare thee.<br>Women, are like the Arts, forc'd unto none,<br>Open to'all ſearchers, unpriz'd, if unknowne.<br>If I have caught a bird, and let him flie,<br>Another fouler uſing theſe meanes, as I,<br>May catch the ſame bird; and, as theſe things bee,<br>Women are made for men, not him, nor mee.<br>Foxes and goats; all beaſts change when they pleaſe,<br>Shall women, more hot, wily, wild then theſe,<br>Be bound to one man, and did Naturre then<br>Idly make them apter to'endure then men?<br>They'are our clogges, not their owne; if a man bee<br>Chain'd to a galley, yet the galley'is free;<br>Who hath a plow-land, caſts all his feed come there,<br>And yet allowes his ground more corne ſhould beare;<br>Though Danuby into the ſea muſt flow,<br>The ſea receives the Rhene, Volga, and Po.<br>By nature, which gave it, this liberty<br>Thou lov'ſt, but Oh! canſt thou love it and mee?<br>Likenſſe glues love: and if that thou ſo doe,<br>To make us like and love, muſt I change too?<br>More then thy hate, I hate it, rather let mee<br>Allow her change, then change as oft as shee,<br>And ſoe not teach, but force my'opinion<br>To love not any one, nor every one.<br>To live in one land, is captivitie,<br>To runne all countries, a wild roguery;<br>Waters ſtincke ſoone, if in one place they bide,<br>And in the vaſt ſea are more putrifi'd:<br>But when they kiſſe one banke, and leaving this<br>Never looke backe, but the next banke doe kiſſe,<br>Then are they pureſt; Change'is the nurſery<br>Of muſicke, joy, life, and eternity.</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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