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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Choice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me so oft my fancy drew<br>Here and there, that I ne’er knew<br>Where to place desire before <br>So that range it might no more;<br>But as he that passeth by <br>Where, in all her jollity,<br>Flora’s riches in a row<br>Do in seemly order grow,<br>And a thousand flowers stand<br>Bending as to kiss his hand;<br>Out of which delightful store<br>One he may take and no more;<br>Long he pausing doubteth whether<br>Of those fair ones he should gather.<br>First the Primrose courts his eyes,<br>Then the Cowslip he espies;<br>Next the Pansy seems to woo him,<br>Then Carnations bow unto him;<br>Which whilst that enamour’d swain<br>From the stalk intends to strain,<br>(As half-fearing to be seen)<br>Prettily her leaves between <br>Peeps the Violet, pale to see<br>That her virtues slighted be;<br>Which so much his liking wins<br>That to seize her he begins.<br>Yet before he stoop’d so low <br>He his wanton eye did throw<br>On a stem that grew more high,<br>And the Rose did there espy.<br>Who, beside her previous scent,<br>To procure his eyes content<br>Did display her goodly breast,<br>Where he found at full exprest<br>All the good that Nature showers<br>On a thousand other flowers;<br>Wherewith he affected takes it,<br>His belovàd flower he makes it,<br>And without desire of more<br>Walks through all he saw before.<br>So I wand’ring but erewhile<br>Through the garden of this Isle,<br>Saw rich beauties, I confess,<br>And in number numberless:<br>Yea, so differing lovely too,<br>That I had a world to do <br>Ere I could set up my rest,<br>Where to choose and choose the best.<br>Thus I fondly fear’d, till Fate<br>(Which I must confess in that <br>Did a greater favour to me<br>Than the world can malice do me)<br>Show’d to me that matchless flower,<br>Subject for this song of our;<br>Whose perfection having eyed,<br>Reason instantly espied<br>That Desire, which ranged abroad,<br>There would find a period:<br>And no marvel if it might,<br>For it there hath all delight,<br>And in her hath nature placed<br>What each several fair one graced.<br>Let who list, for me, advance<br>The admiràd flowers of France,<br>Let who will praise and behold<br>The reservàd Marigold;<br>Let the sweet-breath’d Violet now<br>Unto whom she pleaseth bow;<br>And the fairest Lily spread<br>Where she will her golden head;<br>I have such a flower to wear<br>That for those I do not care.<br>Let the young and happy swains<br>Playing on the Britain plains<br>Court unblamed their shepherdesses,<br>And with their gold curlàd tresses <br>Toy uncensured, until I<br>Grudge at their prosperity.<br>Let all times, both present, past,<br>And the age that shall be last,<br>Vaunt the beauties they bring forth.<br>I have found in one such worth,<br>That content I neither care<br>What the best before me were;<br>Nor desire to live and see<br>Who shall fair hereafter be;<br>For I know the hand of Nature<br>Will not make a fairer creature.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Wither">George Wither</a><div class=q>
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Here and there, that I ne’er knew
Where to place desire before 
So that range it might no more;
But as he that passeth by 
Where, in all her jollity,
Flora’s riches in a row
Do in seemly order grow,
And a thousand flowe..."></div>
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