<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419678" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy VII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love,<br>And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove<br>Too subtle: Foole, thou didst not understand<br>The mystic language of the eye nor hand:<br>Nor couldst thou judge the difference of the air<br>Of sighs, and say, This lies, this sounds despair:<br>Nor by th' eyes water call a malady<br>Desperately hot, or changing feverously.<br>I had not taught thee, then, the Alphabet<br>Of flowers, how they devisefully being set<br>And bound up might with speechless secrecy<br>Deliver errands mutely, and mutually.<br>Remember since all thy words used to be<br>To every suitor, Ay, if my friends agree;<br>Since, household charms, thy husband's name to teach,<br>Were all the love tricks that thy wit could reach;<br>And since, an hour's discourse could scarce have made<br>One answer in thee, and that ill arrayed<br>In broken proverbs and torn sentences.<br>Thou art not by so many duties his,<br>That from the world's Common having severed thee,<br>Inlaid thee, neither to be seen, nor see,<br>As mine: who have with amorous delicacies<br>Refined thee into a blisful Paradise.<br>Thy graces and good words my creatures be;<br>I planted knowledge and life's tree in thee,<br>Which Oh, shall strangers taste? Must I alas<br>Frame and enamel plate, and drink in glass?<br>Chaf wax for others' seals? break a colt's force<br>And leave him then, being made a ready horse?</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> <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=419678" data-title="Elegy VII de John Donne" data-description="Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love, And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove Too subtle: Foole, thou didst not understand The mystic language of the eye nor hand: Nor couldst thou judge the difference of the air Of sighs, and say, This li..."></div> </div> </div>

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