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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37485" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy XIX: To His Mistress Going to Bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,<br>Until I labour, I in labour lie.<br>The foe oft-times, having the foe in sight,<br>Is tired with standing, though they never fight.<br>Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering<br>But a far fairer world encompassing.<br>Unpin that spangled breast-plate, which you wear<br>That th'eyes of busy fools may be stopped there:<br>Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime<br>Tells me from you that now 'tis your bed time.<br>Off with that happy busk, whom I envy<br>That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.<br>Your gown's going off such beauteous state reveals<br>As when from flowery meads th'hills shadow steals.<br>Off with your wiry coronet and show<br>The hairy diadem which on you doth grow.<br>Off with those shoes: and then safely tread<br>In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed.<br>In such white robes heaven's angels used to be<br>Received by men; thou Angel bring'st with thee<br>A heaven like Mahomet's Paradise; and though<br>Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know<br>By this these Angels from an evil sprite:<br>They set out hairs, but these the flesh upright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">License my roving hands, and let them go<br>Behind before, above, between, below.<br>Oh my America, my new found land,<br>My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,<br>My mine of precious stones, my Empery,<br>How blessed am I in this discovering thee.<br>To enter in these bonds is to be free,<br>Then where my hand is set my seal shall be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee.<br>As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be<br>To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use<br>Are as Atlanta's balls, cast in men's views,<br>That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem<br>His earthly soul may covet theirs not them.<br>Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made<br>For laymen, are all women thus arrayed;<br>Themselves are mystic books, which only we<br>Whom their imputed grace will dignify<br>Must see revealed. Then since I may know,<br>As liberally as to a midwife show<br>Thyself; cast all, yea this white linen hence.<br>Here is no penance, much less innocence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To teach thee, I am naked first: why then<br>What need'st thou have more covering than a man.</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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