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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419654" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A dialogue between Sir Henry Wootton and Mr. Donne</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[W.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IF her disdain least change in you can move,<br>You do not love,<br>For when that hope gives fuel to the fire,<br>You sell desire.<br>Love is not love, but given free ;<br>And so is mine ; so should yours be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[D.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her heart, that weeps to hear of others' moan,<br>To mine is stone.<br>Her eyes, that weep a stranger's eyes to see,<br>Joy to wound me.<br>Yet I so well affect each part,<br>As—caused by them—I love my smart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[W.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say her disdainings justly must be graced<br>With name of chaste ;<br>And that she frowns lest longing should exceed,<br>And raging breed ;<br>So her disdains can ne'er offend,<br>Unless self-love take private end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[D.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis love breeds love in me, and cold disdain<br>Kills that again,<br>As water causeth fire to fret and fume,<br>Till all consume.<br>Who can of love more rich gift make,<br>That to Love's self for love's own sake?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll never dig in quarry of an heart<br>To have no part,<br>Nor roast in fiery eyes, which always are<br>Canicular.<br>Who this way would a lover prove,<br>May show his patience, not his love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A frown may be sometimes for physic good,<br>But not for food ;<br>And for that raging humour there is sure<br>A gentler cure.<br>Why bar you love of private end,<br>Which never should to public tend?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q>
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IF her disdain least change in you can move,
You do not love,
For when that hope gives fuel to the fire,
You sell desire.
Love is not love, but given free ;
And so is mine ; so should yours be.

[D.]

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