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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy IV: The Perfume</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once, and but once found in thy company, <br>All thy ſuppos'd eſcapes are laid on mee; <br>And as a thiefe at barre, is queſtion'd there <br>By all the men, that have beene rob'd that yeare, <br>So am I, (by this traiterous meanes ſurpriz'd) <br>By thy Hydroptique father catechiz'd. <br>Though hee hath oft ſworne, that hee would remove <br>Thy beauties beautie, and food of our love, <br>Hope of his goods, if I wish thee were ſeene, <br>Yet cloſe and ſecret, as our ſoules, we'have beene. <br>Though thy immortall mother which doth lye, <br>Still buried in her bed, yet will not dye, <br>Takes this advantage to to ſleepe out day-light, <br>And watch thy entries, and returnes all night, <br>And, when ſhe takes thy hand, and would ſeeme kind, <br>Doth ſearch what rings, and armelets ſhe can finde, <br>And kiſſing notes the colour of thy face, <br>And fearing leaſt thou'art ſwolne, doth thee embrace; <br>To trie if thou long, doth name ſtrange meates. <br>And notes thy paleneſſe, bluſhing, ſighs, and ſweats; <br>And politiquely will to thee confeſſe <br>The ſinnes of her owne youths ranke luſtineſſe; <br>Yet love theſe Sorceries did remove, and move <br>Thee to gull thine owne mother for my love. <br>Thy little brethren, which like Faiery Sprights <br>Oft skipt into our chamber, thoſe ſweet nights, <br>And kiſt, and ingled on thy fathers knee, <br>Were brib'd next day, to tell what they did ſee. <br>The grim-eight-foot-high-iron-bound ſerving-man, <br>That oft names God in oathes, and onely than, <br>He that to barre the firſt gate, doth as wide <br>As the great Rhodian Clolſſos ſtride, <br>Which, if in hell no other paines there were, <br>Makes mee feare hell, becauſe he muſt be there: <br>Though by thy father he were hir'd to this, <br>Could never witneſſe any touch or kiſſe; <br>But Oh, too common ill, I brought with mee <br>That, which betray'd mee to my enemie: <br>A loud perfume, which at my entrance cryed <br>Even at thy fathers noſe, ſo were wee ſpied. <br>When, like a tryran King, that in his bed <br>Smelt gunpowder, the pale wretch ſhivered; <br>Had it beene ſome bad ſmell, he would have thought <br>That his owne feet, or breath, that ſmell had wrought. <br>But as wee in our Ile empriſoned, <br>Where cattell onely,'and diverſe dogs are bred, <br>The pretious-Vnicornes, ſtrange monſters, call, <br>So thought he good, ſtrange, that had none at all. <br>I taught my ſilkes, their whiſtling to forbeare, <br>Even my oppreſt ſhoes, dumbe and ſpeechleſſe were, <br>Onely, thou bitter ſweet, whom I had laid <br>Next mee, mee traiterouſly haft betraid, <br>And unſuſpected haft inviſibly <br>At once fled unto him, and ſtaid with mee. <br>Baſe excrement of earth, which doft confound <br>Senſe, from diſtinguiſhing the ſicke from found; <br>By thee the ſeely Amorous ſucks his death <br>By drawing in a leprous harlots breath, <br>By thee, the greateſt ſtaine to mans eſtate <br>Falls on us, to be call'd effeminate; <br>Though you be much lov'd in the Princes hall, <br>There, things that ſeeme, exceed ſubſtantiall. <br>Gods, when yee fum'd on altars, were pleas'd well, <br>Becauſe you'were burnt, not that they lik'd your ſmell, <br>You'are loathſome all, being taken ſimply alone, <br>Shall wee love ill things joyn'd, and hate each one? <br>If you were good, your good doth ſoone decay; <br>And you are rare, that takes the good away. <br>All my perfumes, I give moſt willingly <br>To'embalme thy fathers corſe; What? will hee die?</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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