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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419784" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Countess Of Bedford I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">MADAM—<br>Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right ;<br>By these we reach divinity, that's you ;<br>Their loves, who have the blessing of your light,<br>Grew from their reason ; mine from fair faith grew.<br>But as, although a squint left-handedness<br>Be ungracious, yet we cannot want that hand ;<br>So would I—not to increase, but to express<br>My faith—as I believe, so understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore I study you first in your saints,<br>Those friends whom your election glorifies ;<br>Then in your deeds, accesses and restraints,<br>And what you read, and what yourself devise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But soon the reasons why you're loved by all,<br>Grow infinite, and so pass reason's reach ;<br>Then back again to implicit faith I fall,<br>And rest on that the Catholic voice doth teach—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That you are good ; and not one heretic<br>Denies it ; if he did, yet you are so ;<br>For rocks, which high to sense deep-rooted stick,<br>Waves wash, not undermine, nor overthrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In everything there naturally grows<br>A balsamum to keep it fresh and new,<br>If 'twere not inured by extrinsic blows ;<br>Your birth and beauty are this balm in you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you, of learning, and religion,<br>And virtue, and such ingredients, have made<br>A mithridate, whose operation<br>Keeps off, or cures, what can be done or said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet this is not your physic, but your food,<br>A diet fit for you ; for you are here<br>The first good angel, since the world's frame stood,<br>That ever did in woman's shape appear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since you are then God's masterpiece, and so<br>His factor for our loves, do as you do ;<br>Make your return home gracious, and bestow<br>This life on that ; so make one life of two.<br>For, so God help me, I would not miss you there,<br>For all the good which you can do me here.</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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Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right ;
By these we reach divinity, that's you ;
Their loves, who have the blessing of your light,
Grew from their reason ; mine from fair faith grew.
But as, although a squint left-handedness
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