<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413204" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scold me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scold me for your eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, <br>Knowing your heart torments me with deep disdain, <br>Have put on mocking mourners of nature to be, <br>Looking with pretty wrath upon my pains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning sun of heaven knowing what my night been through<br>Better becomes the gray sobbing cheeks of the East, <br>And that full star that ushers in the heaven sees my day's blue<br>Loses half of its glory to the sober dark west, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And your two glorious eyes embedded in such complexion face: <br>Will there be some pity there for me to beseem your heart that I adore<br>To mourn for me and torture and despise me no more, <br>Since even mourning does your beauty grace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, fair creature of the field let me speak and your heart yields<br>I would my rude words had the influnce without offence or guilt<br>To lead your thoughts as your fair looks do mine<br>Then my world would never known a brighter sun shine</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God knows I cannot force love as you do upon me<br>My words will be for sooth and spotless as my youth<br>A dimond set in lead will reatin its worth and its truth<br>Though I am base in respect to thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Copy rights 2010<br> All rights reserved</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Ziv">Isaac Ziv</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=413204" data-title="Scold me de Isaac Ziv" data-description="Scold me for your eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, Knowing your heart torments me with deep disdain, Have put on mocking mourners of nature to be, Looking with pretty wrath upon my pains. The morning sun of heaven knowing what my night be..."></div> </div> </div>

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