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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sweetest Love, I do not go</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweetest love, I do not go,<br> For weariness of thee,<br>Nor in hope the world can show<br> A fitter love for me;<br> But since that I<br>Must die at last, 'tis best<br>To use myself in jest<br> Thus by feign'd deaths to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yesternight the sun went hence,<br> And yet is here today;<br>He hath no desire nor sense,<br> Nor half so short a way:<br> Then fear not me,<br>But believe that I shall make<br>Speedier journeys, since I take<br> More wings and spurs than he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O how feeble is man's power,<br> That if good fortune fall,<br>Cannot add another hour,<br> Nor a lost hour recall!<br> But come bad chance,<br>And we join to'it our strength,<br>And we teach it art and length,<br> Itself o'er us to'advance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,<br> But sigh'st my soul away;<br>When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,<br> My life's blood doth decay.<br> It cannot be<br>That thou lov'st me, as thou say'st,<br>If in thine my life thou waste,<br> That art the best of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let not thy divining heart<br> Forethink me any ill;<br>Destiny may take thy part,<br> And may thy fears fulfil;<br> But think that we<br>Are but turn'd aside to sleep;<br>They who one another keep<br> Alive, ne'er parted be.</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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 For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
 A fitter love for me;
 But since that I
Must die at last, 'tis best
To use myself in jest
 Thus by feign'd deaths to die.

Yesternight the sun went hence,
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