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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418872" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>True Enjoyment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">VAINLY wouldst thou, to gain a heart,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heap up a maiden's lap with gold;<br>The joys of love thou must impart,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wouldst thou e'er see those joys unfold.<br>The voices of the throng gold buys,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No single heart 'twill win for thee;<br>Wouldst thou a maiden make thy prize,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thyself alone the bribe must be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If by no sacred tie thou'rt bound,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh youth, thou must thyself restrain!<br>Well may true liberty be found,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tho' man may seem to wear a chain.<br>Let one alone inflame thee e'er,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if her heart with love o'erflows,<br>Let tenderness unite you there,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If duty's self no fetter knows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First feel, oh youth! A girl then find</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Worthy thy choice,--let her choose thee,<br>In body fair, and fair in mind,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then thou wilt be blessed, like me.<br>I who have made this art mine own,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A girl have chosen such as this<br>The blessing of the priest alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is wanting to complete our bliss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nought but my rapture is her guide,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only for me she cares to please,--<br>Ne'er wanton save when by my side,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And modest when the world she sees;<br>That time our glow may never chill,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She yields no right through frailty;<br>Her favour is a favour still,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I must ever grateful be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I'm content, and full of joy,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If she'll but grant her smile so sweet,<br>Or if at table she'll employ,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To pillow hers, her lover's feet,<br>Give me the apple that she bit,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The glass from which she drank, bestow,<br>And when my kiss so orders it,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her bosom, veil'd till then, will show.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when she wills of love to speak,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In fond and silent hours of bliss,<br>Words from her mouth are all I seek,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nought else I crave,--not e'en a kiss.<br>With what a soul her mind is fraught,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wreath'd round with charms unceasingly!<br>She's perfect,--and she fails in nought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Save in her deigning to love me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My rev'rence throws me at her feet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My longing throws me on her breast;<br>This, youth, is rapture true and sweet,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Be wise, thus seeking to be blest.<br>When death shall take thee from her side,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To join the angelic choir above,<br>In heaven's bright mansions to abide,--<br>No diff'rence at the change thoult prove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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Heap up a maiden's lap with gold;
The joys of love thou must impart,

Wouldst thou e'er see those joys unfold.
The voices of the throng gold buys,

No single heart 'twill win for thee;
Wouldst thou a maiden m..."></div>
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