<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Caelica: Sonnet 22</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, with whose colours Myra dress'd her head,<br> I, that ware posies of her own hand-making,<br> I, that mine own name in the chimneys read<br> By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking:<br> Must I look on, in hope time coming may<br> With change bring back my turn again to play?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I, that on Sunday at the church-stile found<br> A garland sweet, with true-love knots in flowers,<br> Which I to wear about mine arm was bound,<br> That each of us might know that all was ours:<br> Must I now lead an idle life in wishes,<br> And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I, that did wear the ring her mother left,<br> I, for whose love she gloried to be blamed,<br> I, with whose eyes her eyes committed theft,<br> I, who did make her blush when I was named:<br> Must I lose ring, flowers, blush, theft, and go naked,<br> Watching with sighs till dead love be awaked?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I, that, when drowsy Argus fell asleep,<br> Like jealousy o'erwatched with desire,<br> Was even warned modesty to keep,<br> While her breath, speaking, kindled Nature's fire:<br> Must I look on a-cold, while others warm them?<br> Do Vulcan's brothers in such fine nets arm them?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Was it for this that I might Myra see<br> Washing the water with her beauties white?<br> Yet would she never write her love to me.<br> Thinks wit of change, while thoughts are in delight?<br> Mad girls must safely love as they may leave;<br> No man can print a kiss: lines may deceive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lord+Brooke+Fulke+Greville">Lord Brooke Fulke Greville</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448939" data-title="Caelica: Sonnet 22 de Lord Brooke Fulke Greville" data-description="I, with whose colours Myra dress'd her head, I, that ware posies of her own hand-making, I, that mine own name in the chimneys read By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking: Must I look on, in hope time coming may With change bring back my tur..."></div> </div> </div>

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