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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408472" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>PARADOX. That Fruition destroyes Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love is our Reasons Paradox, which still <br>Against the judgment doth maintain the Will: <br>And governs by such arbitrary laws, <br>It onely makes the Act our Likings cause: <br>We have no brave revenge, but to forgo <br>Our full desires, and starve the Tyrant so. <br>They whom the rising blood tempts not to taste, <br>Preserve a stock of Love can never waste; <br>When easie people who their wish enjoy, <br>Like Prodigalls at once their wealth destroy. <br>Adam till now had stayd in Paradise <br>Had his desires been bounded by his eyes. <br>When he did more then look, that made th' offence, <br>And forfeited his state of innocence. <br>Fruition therefore is the bane t'undoe <br>Both our affection and the subject too. <br>'Tis Love into worse language to translate, <br>And make it into Lust degenerate: <br>'Tis to De-throne, and thrust it from the heart, <br>To seat it grossely in the sensual part. <br>Seek for the Starre that's shot upon the ground, <br>And nought but a dimme gelly there is found. <br>Thus foul and dark our female starres appear, <br>If fall'n or loosned once from Vertues Sphear. <br>Glow-worms shine onely look't on, and let ly, <br>But handled crawl into deformity: <br>So beauty is no longer fair and bright, <br>Then whil'st unstained by the appetite: <br>And then it withers like a blasted flowre <br>Some poys'nous worm or spider hath crept ore. <br>Pigmaleon's dotage on the carved stone, <br>Shews Amorists their strong illusion. <br>Whil'st he to gaze and court it was content, <br>He serv'd as Priest at beauties Monument: <br>But when by looser fires t'embraces led, <br>It prov'd a cold hard Statue in his bed. <br>Irregular affects, like mad mens dreams <br>Presented by false lights and broken beams, <br>So long content us, as no neer address <br>Shews the weak sense our painted happiness. <br>But when those pleasing shaddowes us forsake, <br>Or of the substance we a trial make, <br>Like him, deluded by the fancies mock, <br>We ship-wrack 'gainst an Alabaster rock. <br>What though thy Mistress far from Marble be? <br>Her softness will transform and harden thee. <br>Lust is a Snake, and Guilt the Gorgons head, <br>Which Conscience turns to Stone, & Joyes to Lead. <br>Turtles themselves will blush, if put to name <br>The Act, whereby they quench their am'rous flame. <br>Who then that's wise or vertuous, would not feare <br>To catch at pleasures which forbidden were, <br>When those which we count lawful, cannot be <br>Requir'd without some loss of modestie? <br>Ev'n in the Marriage-Bed, where soft delights <br>Are customary and authoriz'd Rites; <br>What are those tributes to the wanton fense, <br>But toleration of Incontinence? <br>For properly you cannot call that Love <br>Which does not from the Soul, but Humour move. <br>Thus they who worship't Pan or Isis Shrine, <br>By the fair Front judg'd all within Divine: <br>Though entring, found 'twas but a Goat or Cow <br>To which before their ignorance did bow. <br>Such Temples and such Goddesses are these <br>Which foolish Lovers and admirers please: <br>Who if they chance within the Shrine to prie, <br>Find that a beast they thought a Deity. <br>Nor makes it onely our opinion less <br>Of what we lik't before, and now possess; <br>But robbs the Fuel, and corrupts the Spice <br>Which sweetens and inflames Loves sacrifice. <br>After Fruition once, what is Desire <br>But ashes kept warm by a dying fire? <br>This is (if any) the Philosophers Stone, <br>Which still miscarries at Projection. <br>For when the Heat ad Octo intermits, <br>It poorly takes us like Third Ague fits; <br>Or must on Embers as dull Druggs infuse, <br>Which we for Med'cine not for Pleasure use. <br>Since Lovers joyes then leave so sick a taste, <br>And soon as relish'd by the Sense are past; <br>They are but Riddles sure, lost if possest, <br>And therefore onely in Reversion best. <br>For bate them Expectation and Delay, <br>You take the most delightful Scenes away. <br>These two such rule within the fancie keep, <br>As banquets apprehended in our sleep; <br>After which pleasing trance next morn we wake <br>Empty and angry at the nights mistake. <br>Give me long Dreams and Visions of content, <br>Rather then pleasures in a minute spent. <br>And since I know before, the shedding Rose <br>In that same instant doth her sweetness lose, <br>Upon the Virgin-stock still let her dwell <br>For me, to feast my longings with her smell. <br>Those are but counterfeits of joy at best, <br>Which languish soon as brought unto the test. <br>Nor can I hold it worth his pains who tries <br>To Inne that Harvest which by reaping dies. <br>Resolve me now what spirit hath delight, <br>If by full feed you kill the appetite? <br>That stomack healthy'st is, that nere was cloy'd, <br>Why not that Love the best then, nere enjoy'd? <br>Since nat'rally the blood, when tam'd or sated, <br>Will cool so fast it leaves the object hated. <br>Pleasures like wonders quickly lose their price <br>When Reason or Experience makes us wise. <br>To close my argument then. I dare say <br>(And without Paradox) as well we may <br>Enjoy our Love and yet preserve Desire, <br>As warm our hands by putting out the fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+King">Henry King</a><div class=q>
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Against the judgment doth maintain the Will: 
And governs by such arbitrary laws, 
It onely makes the Act our Likings cause: 
We have no brave revenge, but to forgo 
Our full desires, and starve the Tyrant..."></div>
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