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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428963" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>L'Amitie: To Mrs. M. Awbrey.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! <br>A name which all the rest doth comprehend; <br>How happy are we now, whose sols are grown, <br>By an incomparable mixture, One: <br>Whose well acquainted minds are not as neare <br>As Love, or vows, or secrets can endeare. <br>I have no thought but what's to thee reveal'd, <br>Nor thou desire that is from me conceal'd. <br>Thy heart locks up my secrets richly set, <br>And my breast is thy private cabinet. <br>Thou shedst no teare but what but what my moisture lent, <br>And if I sigh, it is thy breath is spent. <br>United thus, what horrour can appeare <br>Worthy our sorrow, anger, or our feare? <br>Let the dull world alone to talk and fight <br>And with their vast ambitions nature fright; <br>Let them despise so innocent a flame, <br>While Envy, pride, and faction play their game: <br>But we by Love sublim'd so high shall rise, <br>To pitty Kings, and Conquerours despise, <br>Since we that sacred union have engrost, <br>Which they and all the sullen world have lost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katherine+Philips">Katherine Philips</a><div class=q>
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A name which all the rest doth comprehend; 
How happy are we now, whose sols are grown, 
By an incomparable mixture, One: 
Whose well acquainted minds are not as neare 
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