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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prologue to the Princess of Cleves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ladies! (I hope there's none behind to hear) <br>I long to whisper something in your ear: <br>A secret, which does much my mind perplex,— <br>There's treason in the play against our sex. <br>A man that's false to love, that vows and cheats, <br>And kisses every living thing he meets; <br>A rogue in mode,—I dare not speak too broad,— <br>One that—does something to the very bawd. <br>Out on him, traitor, for a filthy beast! <br>Nay, and he's like the pack of all the rest: <br>None of them stick at mark; they all deceive. <br>Some Jew has changed the text, I half believe; <br>Their Adam cozened our poor grandame Eve. <br>To hide their faults they rap out oaths, and tear; <br>Now, though we lie, we're too well bred to swear. <br>So we compound for half the sin we owe, <br>But men are dipt for soul and body too; <br>And, when found out, excuse themselves, pox cant them, <br>With Latin stuff, Perjuria ridet amantum. <br>I'm not book-learned, to know that word in vogue, <br>But I suspect 'tis Latin for a rogue. <br>I'm sure, I never heard that screech-owl hollowed <br>In my poor ears, but separation followed. <br>How can such perjured villains e'er be saved? <br>Achitophel's not half so false to David. <br>With vows and soft expressions to allure, <br>They stand, like foremen of a shop, demure: <br>No sooner out of sight, but they are gadding, <br>And for the next new face ride out a padding. <br>Yet, by their favour, when they have been kissing, <br>We can perceive the ready money missing. <br>Well! we may rail; but 'tis as good e'en wink; <br>Something we find, and something they will sink. <br>But, since they're at renouncing, 'tis our parts <br>To trump their diamonds, as they trump our hearts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Dryden">John Dryden</a><div class=q>
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I long to whisper something in your ear: 
A secret, which does much my mind perplex,— 
There's treason in the play against our sex. 
A man that's false to love, that vows and cheats, 
And kisses ever..."></div>
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