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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419662" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Valediction Of Weeping</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me pour forth<br> My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,<br> For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,<br> And by this mintage they are something worth,<br> For thus they be<br> Pregnant of thee;<br> Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more,<br> When a tear falls, that thou falls which it bore,<br> So thou and I are nothing then, when on a diverse shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On a round ball<br> A workman that hath copies by, can lay<br> An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,<br> And quickly make that, which was nothing, all;<br> So doth each tear<br> Which thee doth wear,<br> A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,<br> Till thy tears mix'd with mine do overflow<br> This world; by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O more than moon,<br> Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere,<br> Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear<br> To teach the sea what it may do too soon;<br> Let not the wind<br> Example find,<br> To do me more harm than it purposeth;<br> Since thou and I sigh one another's breath,<br> Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death.</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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 My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
 For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
 And by this mintage they are something worth,
 For thus they be
 Pregnant of thee;
 Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more..."></div>
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