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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Strephon to Celia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Madam</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hope you'll think it's true <br>I deeply am in love with you, <br>When I assure you t'other day, <br>As I was musing on my way, <br>At thought of you I tumbled down <br>Directly in a deadly swoon: <br>And though 'tis true I'm something better, <br>Yet I can hardly spell my letter: <br>And as the latter you may view, <br>I hope you'll think the former true. <br>You need not wonder at my flame, <br>For you are not a mortal dame: <br>I saw you dropping from the skies; <br>And let dull idiots swear your eyes <br>With love their glowing breast inspire, <br>I tell you they are flames of fire, <br>That scorch my forehead to a cinder, <br>And burn my very heart to a tinder. <br>Your breast so mighty cold, I trow, <br>Is made of nothing else but snow: <br>Your hands (no wonder they have charms) <br>Are made of ivory like your arms. <br>Your cheeks, that look as if they bled, <br>Are nothing else but roses red. <br>Your lips are coral very bright, <br>Your teeth -- though numbers out of spite <br>May say they're bones -- yet 'twill appear <br>They're rows of pearls exceeding rare. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, madam, as the chat goes round, <br>I hear you have ten thousand pound: <br>But that as I a trifle hold, <br>Give me your person, dem your gold; <br>Yet for your own sake 'tis secured, <br>I hope -- your houses too insured; <br>I'd have you take a special care, <br>And of false mortgages beware; <br>You've wealth enough 'tis true, but yet <br>You want a friend to manage it. <br>Now such a friend you soon might have, <br>By fixing on your humble slave; <br>Not that I mind a stately house, <br>Or value money of a louse; <br>But your five hundred pounds a year, <br>I would secure it for my dear: <br>Then smile upon your slave, that lies <br>Half-murdered by your radiant eyes; <br>Or else this very moment dies --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strephon</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Leapor">Mary Leapor</a><div class=q>
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I hope you'll think it's true 
I deeply am in love with you, 
When I assure you t'other day, 
As I was musing on my way, 
At thought of you I tumbled down 
Directly in a deadly swoon: 
And though 'tis true I'm something better, 
Yet I can h..."></div>
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