<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457120" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Chaste Florimel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No - I'll endure ten thousand deaths<br>Ere any further I'll comply:<br>Oh! Sir, no man on earth that breathes<br>Had ever yet his hand so high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! take your sword and pierce my heart,<br>Undaunted see me meet the wound<br>Oh! will you act a Tarquin's part?<br>A second Lucrece you have found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus to the pressing Corydon<br>Poor Florimel, unhappy maid,<br>Fearing by love to be undone,<br>In broken dying accents said;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Delia who held the conscious door,<br>Inspired by truth and brandy, smiled,<br>Knowing that sixteen months before<br>Our Lucrece had her second child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hark ye, Madam, cried the bawd,<br>None of your flights, your high-rope dodging;<br>Be civil here, or march abroad;<br>Oblige the 'squire, or quit the lodging.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! have I, Florimel went on,<br>Lord what is lost my Delia's aid? <br>Where shall forsaken virtue run<br>If by her friend she is betray'd?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! curse on empty friendship's name:<br>Lord what is all our future view?<br>Then, dear destroyer of my fame,<br>Let my last succour be to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Delia's rage and Fortune's frown<br>A wretched lovesick maid deliver;<br>Oh! tip me but another crown,<br>Dear Sir, and make me yours for ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</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=457120" data-title="Chaste Florimel de Matthew Prior" data-description="No - I'll endure ten thousand deaths Ere any further I'll comply: Oh! Sir, no man on earth that breathes Had ever yet his hand so high. Oh! take your sword and pierce my heart, Undaunted see me meet the wound Oh! will you act a Tarquin's part? A ..."></div> </div> </div>

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