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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419681" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy XII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I owe<br>Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.<br>But Chance from you all sovereignty hath got ;<br>Love woundeth none but those whom Death dares not ;<br>True if you were, and just in equity,<br>I should have vanquish'd her, as you did me ;<br>Else lovers should not brave Death's pains, and live ;<br>But 'tis a rule, “ Death comes not to relieve.”<br>Or, pale and wan Death's terrors, are they laid<br>So deep in lovers, they make Death afraid ?<br>Or—the least comfort—have I company ?<br>O'ercame she Fates, Love, Death, as well as me ?<br>Yes, Fates do silk unto her distaff pay,<br>For ransom, which tax they on us do lay.<br>Love gives her youth—which is the reason why<br>Youths, for her sake, some wither and some die.<br>Poor Death can nothing give ; yet, for her sake,<br>Still in her turn, he doth a lover take.<br>And if Death should prove false, she fears him not ;<br>Our Muses, to redeem her, she hath got.<br>That fatal night we last kiss'd, I thus pray'd,<br>—Or rather, thus despair'd, I should have said—<br>Kisses, and yet despair ! The forbid tree<br>Did promise (and deceive) no more than she.<br>Like lambs, that see their teats, and must eat hay,<br>A food, whose taste hath made me pine away.<br>Dives, when thou saw'st bliss, and craved'st to touch<br>A drop of water, thy great pains were such.<br>Here grief wants a fresh wit, for mine being spent,<br>And my sighs weary, groans are all my rent.<br>Unable longer to endure the pain,<br>They break like thunder, and do bring down rain.<br>Thus till dry tear solder my eye, I weep ;<br>And then, I dream, how you securely sleep,<br>And in your dreams do laugh at me. I hate,<br>And pray Love all may ; he pities my state,<br>But says, I therein no revenge shall find ;<br>The sun would shine, though all the world were blind.<br>Yet, to try my hate, Love show'd me your tear ;<br>And I had died, had not your smile been there.<br>Your frown undoes me ; your smile is my wealth ;<br>And as you please to look, I have my health.<br>Methought, Love pitying me, when he saw this,<br>Gave me your hands, the backs and palms to kiss.<br>That cured me not, but to bear pain gave strength ;<br>And what is lost in force, is took in length.<br>I call'd on Love again, who fear'd you so,<br>That his compassion still proved greater woe ;<br>For, then I dream'd I was in bed with you,<br>But durst not feel, for fear it should not be true.<br>This merits not your anger, had it been ;<br>The queen of chastity was naked seen ;<br>And in bed not to feel, the pain I took,<br>Was more than for Actæon not to look ;<br>And that breast which lay ope, I did not know,<br>But for the clearness, from a lump of snow ;<br>Nor that sweet teat which on the top it bore<br>From the rose-bud which for my sake you wore.<br>These griefs to issue forth, by verse I prove ;<br>Or turn their course by travel and new love.<br>All would not do ; the best at last I tried ;<br>Unable longer to hold out, I died.<br>And then I found I lost life, death by flying ;<br>Who hundreds live, are but so long in dying.<br>Charon did let me pass ; I'll him requite.<br>To mark the groves or shades wrongs my delight ;<br>I'll speak but of those ghosts I found alone,<br>Those thousand ghosts, whereof myself made one,<br>All images of thee ; I asked them why ?<br>The judge told me, all they for thee did die,<br>And therefore had for their Elysian bliss,<br>In one another their own loves to kiss.<br>O here I miss'd not blissh, but being dead ;<br>For lo ! I dreamt, I dreamt, and waking said,<br>“ Heaven, if who are in thee there must dwell,<br>How is't I now was there, and now I fell ?”</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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Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.
But Chance from you all sovereignty hath got ;
Love woundeth none but those whom Death dares not ;
True if you were, and just in equity,
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