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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419677" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy VI</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve<br>Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve;<br>Poorly enrich't with great men's words or looks;<br>Nor so write my name in thy loving books<br>As those idolatrous flatterers, which still<br>Their Prince's styles, with many realms fulfil<br>Whence they no tribute have, and where no sway.<br>Such services I offer as shall pay<br>Themselves, I hate dead names: Oh then let me<br>Favourite in Ordinary, or no favourite be.<br>When my soul was in her own body sheathed,<br>Nor yet by oaths betrothed, nor kisses breathed<br>Into my Purgatory, faithless thee,<br>Thy heart seemed wax, and steel thy constancy:<br>So, careless flowers strowed on the waters face<br>The curled whirlpools suck, smack, and embrace,<br>Yet drown them; so, the taper's beamy eye<br>Amorously twinkling beckons the giddy fly,<br>Yet burns his wings; and such the devil is,<br>Scarce visiting them who are entirely his.<br>When I behold a stream which, from the spring,<br>Doth with doubtful melodious murmuring,<br>Or in a speechless slumber, calmly ride<br>Her wedded channels' bosom, and then chide<br>And bend her brows, and swell if any bough<br>Do but stoop down, or kiss her upmost brow:<br>Yet, if her often gnawing kisses win<br>The traiterous bank to gape, and let her in,<br>She rusheth violently, and doth divorce<br>Her from her native, and her long-kept course,<br>And roars, and braves it, and in gallant scorn,<br>In flattering eddies promising retorn,<br>She flouts the channel, who thenceforth is dry;<br>Then say I, That is she, and this am I.<br>Yet let not thy deep bitterness beget<br>Careless despair in me, for that will whet<br>My mind to scorn; and Oh, love dulled with pain<br>Was ne'er so wise, nor well armed as disdain.<br>Then with new eyes I shall survey thee, and spy<br>Death in thy cheeks, and darkness in thine eye.<br>Though hope bred faith and love: thus taught, I shall,<br>As nations do from Rome, from thy love fall.<br>My hate shall outgrow thine, and utterly<br>I will renounce thy dalliance: and when I<br>Am the recusant, in that resolute state,<br>What hurts it me to be excommunicate?</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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Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve;
Poorly enrich't with great men's words or looks;
Nor so write my name in thy loving books
As those idolatrous flatterers, which still
Their Prince's styles..."></div>
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