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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wooing Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LOVE is the blossom where there blows<br>Every thing that lives or grows:<br>Love doth make the Heav'ns to move,<br>And the Sun doth burn in love:<br>Love the strong and weak doth yoke,<br>And makes the ivy climb the oak,<br>Under whose shadows lions wild,<br>Soften'd by love, grow tame and mild:<br>Love no med'cine can appease,<br>He burns the fishes in the seas:<br>Not all the skill his wounds can stench,<br>Not all the sea his fire can quench.<br>Love did make the bloody spear<br>Once a leavy coat to wear,<br>While in his leaves there shrouded lay<br>Sweet birds, for love that sing and play<br>And of all love's joyful flame<br>I the bud and blossom am.<br> Only bend thy knee to me,<br> Thy wooing shall thy winning be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, see the flowers that below<br>Now as fresh as morning blow;<br>And of all the virgin rose<br>That as bright Aurora shows;<br>How they all unleaved die,<br>Losing their virginity!<br>Like unto a summer shade,<br>But now born, and now they fade.<br>Every thing doth pass away;<br>There is danger in delay:<br>Come, come, gather then the rose,<br>Gather it, or it you lose!<br>All the sand of Tagus' shore<br>Into my bosom casts his ore:<br>All the valleys' swimming corn<br>To my house is yearly borne:<br>Every grape of every vine<br>Is gladly bruised to make me wine:<br>While ten thousand kings, as proud,<br>To carry up my train have bow'd,<br>And a world of ladies send me<br>In my chambers to attend me:<br>All the stars in Heav'n that shine,<br>And ten thousand more, are mine:<br> Only bend thy knee to me,<br> Thy wooing shall thy winning be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Giles+Fletcher+The+Younger">Giles Fletcher The Younger</a><div class=q>
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Every thing that lives or grows:
Love doth make the Heav'ns to move,
And the Sun doth burn in love:
Love the strong and weak doth yoke,
And makes the ivy climb the oak,
Under whose shadows lions wild,
Soften'd..."></div>
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