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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419770" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Funerall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harme<br>Nor question much<br>That subtile wreath of haire, which crowns my arme;<br>The mystery, the signe you must not touch,<br>For'tis my outward Soule, <br>Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone,<br>Will leave this to controule,<br>And keep these limbes, her Provinces, from dissolution.<br>For if the sinewie thread my braine lets fall<br>Through every part,<br>Can tye those parts, and make mee one of all;<br>These haires which upward grew, and strength and art<br>Have from a better braine,<br>Can better do'it; Except she meant that I<br>By this should know my pain, <br>As prisoners then are manacled, when they'are condemn'd to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What ere shee meant by'it, bury it with me,<br>For since I am<br>Loves martyr, it might breed idolatrie,<br>If into others hands these Reliques came; <br>As'twas humility<br>To afford to it all that a Soule can doe,<br>So,'tis some bravery,<br>That since you would save none of mee, I bury some of you.</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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Nor question much
That subtile wreath of haire, which crowns my arme;
The mystery, the signe you must not touch,
For'tis my outward Soule, 
Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone,
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