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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391881" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Examination of His Mistress's Perfections</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stand still my happiness, and swelling heart<br>No more, till I consider what thou art.<br>Desire of knowledge was man's fatal vice,<br>For when our parents were in paradise,<br>Though they themselves, and all they saw was good,<br>They thought it nothing if not understood;<br>And I (part of their seed struck with their sin)<br>Though by their bounteous favour I be in<br>A paradise where I may freely taste<br>Of all the virtuous pleasures which thou hast,<br>Wanting that knowledge, must in all my bliss<br>Err with my parents, and ask what it is.<br> My faith saith 'tis not Heaven, and I dare swear<br>If it be Hell no sense of pain is there;<br>Sure 'tis some pleasant place where I may stay,<br>As I to Heaven go in the middle way.<br>Wert thou but fair and no whit virtuous,<br>Thou wert no more to me but a fair house<br>Haunted with spirits, from which men do them bless,<br>And no man will half furnish to possess:<br>Or hadst thou worth wrapt in a rivell'd skin,<br>'Twere inaccessible; who durst go in<br>To find it out? far sooner would I go<br>To find a pearl covered witli hills of snow;<br>'Twere buried virtue, and thou mightst me move<br>To reverence the tomb, but not to love,<br>No more than dotingly to cast mine eye<br>Upon the urn where Luerece' ashes lie.<br> But thou art fair and sweet, and every good<br>That ever yet durst mix with flesh and blood:<br>The devil ne'er saw in his fallen state<br>An object whereupon to ground his hate<br>So fit as thee: all living things but he<br>Love thee; how happy then must that man be<br>Whom from amongst all creatures thou dost take?<br>Is there a hope beyond it? Can he make<br>A wish to change thee for ? This is my bliss,<br>Let it run on now, I know what it is.</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>
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No more, till I consider what thou art.
Desire of knowledge was man's fatal vice,
For when our parents were in paradise,
Though they themselves, and all they saw was good,
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