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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419689" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy XX: To His Mistress Going to Bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,<br>Until I labor, I in labor lie.<br>The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,<br>Is tired with standing though he never fight.<br>Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering,<br>But a far fairer world encompassing.<br>Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,<br>That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.<br>Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime<br>Tells me from you that now it is bed time.<br>Off with that happy busk, which I envy,<br>That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.<br>Your gown, going off, such beauteous state reveals,<br>As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals.<br>Off with that wiry coronet and show<br>The hairy diadem which on you doth grow:<br>Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread<br>In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed.<br>In such white robes, heaven's angels used to be<br>Received by men; thou, Angel, bring'st with thee<br>A heaven like Mahomet's Paradise; and though<br>Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know<br>By this these angels from an evil sprite:<br>Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">License my roving hands, and let them go <br>Before, behind, between, above, below.<br>O my America! my new-found-land,<br>My kingdom, safest when with one man manned,<br>My mine of precious stones, my empery,<br>How blest am I in this discovering of thee!<br>To enter in these bonds is to be free;<br>Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee, <br>As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be<br>To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use<br>Are like Atlanta's balls, cast in men's views,<br>That when a fools' eye lighteth on a gem,<br>His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them.<br>Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made<br>For lay-men, are all women thus arrayed;<br>Themselves are mystic books, which only we<br>(Whom their imputed grace will dignify)<br>Must see revealed. Then, since that I may know,<br>As liberally as to a midwife, show<br>Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,<br>There is no penance due to innocence. <br>To teach thee, I am naked first; why than, <br>What needst thou have more covering than a man?</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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Until I labor, I in labor lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompa..."></div>
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