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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419774" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To His Mistress Going to Bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,<br> Until I labour, I in labour lie.<br> The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,<br> Is tired with standing though they 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 'tis your 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.<br> 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, safeliest when with one man manned,<br> My mine of precious stones, my empery,<br> How blessed am I in this discovering thee!<br> To enter in these bonds, is to be free;<br> Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.<br> 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 fool's 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 laymen, 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 I may know,<br> As liberally, as to a midwife, show<br> Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,<br> Here is no penance, much less innocence.<br> To teach thee, I am naked first, why then<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 labour, I in labour lie.
 The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
 Is tired with standing though they never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering,
 But a far fairer world..."></div>
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