Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391871" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Elegy on the Lady Markham</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As unthrifts groan in straw for their pawn'd beds,<br>As women weep for their lost maidenheads,<br>When both are without hope or remedy,<br>Such an untimely grief I have for thee.<br> I never saw thy face, nor did my heart<br>Urge forth mine eyes unto it whilst thou wert;<br>But being lifted hence, that, which to thee<br>Was death's sad dart, proved Cupid's shaft to me.<br> Whoever thinks me foolish that the force<br>Of a report can make me love a corse,<br>Know he that when with this I do compare<br>The love I do a living woman bear,<br>I find myself most happy: now I know<br>Where I can find my mistress, and can go<br>Unto her trimm'd bed, and can lift away<br>Her grass-green mantle, and her sheet display;<br>And touch her naked; and though th' envious mold<br>In which she lies uncover'd, moist, and cold,<br>Strive to corrupt her, she will not abide<br>With any art her blemishes to hide,<br>As many living do, and, know their need;<br>Yet cannot they in sweetness her exceed,<br>But make a stink with all their art and skill,<br>Which their physicians warrant with a bill;<br>Nor at her door doth heaps of coaches stay,<br>Footmen and midwives to bar up my way;<br>Nor needs she any maid or page to keep,<br>To knock me early from my golden sleep,<br>With letters that her honour all is gone,<br>If I not right her cause on such a one.<br>Her heart is not so hard to make me pay<br>For every kiss a supper and a play:<br>Nor will she ever open her pure lips<br>To utter oaths, enough to drown our ships,<br>To bring a plague, a famine, or the sword,<br>Upon the land, though she should keep her word;<br>Yet, ere an hour be past, in some new vein<br>Break them, and swear them double o'er again.<br>Pardon me, that with thy blest memory<br>I mingle mine own former misery:<br>Yet dare I not excuse the fate that brought<br>These crosses on me, for then every thought<br>That tended to thy love was black and foul,<br>Now all as pure as a new-baptiz'd soul:<br>For I protest, for all that I can see,<br>I would not lie one night in bed with thee;<br>Nor am I jealous, but could well abide<br>My foe to lie in quiet by thy side.<br> You worms, my rivals, whilst she was alive,<br>How many thousands were there that did strive<br>To have your freedom? for their sake forbear<br>Unseemly holes in her soft skin to wear:<br>But if you must (as what worms can abstain<br>To taste her tender body?) yet refrain<br>With your disordered eatings to deface her,<br>But feed yourselves so as you most may grace her.<br>First, through her ear-tips see you make a pair<br>Of holes, which, as the moist inclosed air<br>Turns into water, may the clean drops take,<br>And in her ears a pair of jewels make.<br>Have ye not yet enough of that white skin,<br>The touch whereof, in times past, would have been<br>Enough to have ransom'd many a thousand soul<br>Captive to love? If not, then upward roll<br>Your little bodies, where I would you have<br>This Epitaph upon her forehead grave:<br>'Living, she was young, fair, and full of wit;<br>Dead, all her faults are in her forehead writ.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Beaumont">Francis Beaumont</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391871" data-title="An Elegy on the Lady Markham de Francis Beaumont" data-description="As unthrifts groan in straw for their pawn'd beds,
As women weep for their lost maidenheads,
When both are without hope or remedy,
Such an untimely grief I have for thee.
 I never saw thy face, nor did my heart
Urge forth mine eyes unto it whilst ..."></div>
</div>
</div>