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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cloe Jealous</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forbear to ask Me, why I weep;<br>Vext Cloe to her Shepherd said:<br>'Tis for my Two poor stragling Sheep<br>Perhaps, or for my Squirrel dead.<br>For mind I what You late have writ?<br>Your subtle Questions, and Replies;<br>Emblems, to teach a Female Wit<br>The Ways, where changing Cupid flies.<br>Your Riddle, purpos'd to rehearse<br>The general Pow'r that Beauty has:<br>But why did no peculiar Verse<br>Describe one Charm of Cloe's Face?<br>The Glass, which was at Venus' Shrine,<br>With such Mysterious Sorrow laid:<br>The Garland (and You call it Mine)<br>Which show'd how Youth and Beauty fade.<br>Ten thousand Trifles light as These<br>Nor can my Rage, nor Anger move:<br>She shou'd be humble, who wou'd please:<br>And She must suffer, who can love.<br>When in My Glass I chanc'd to look;<br>Of Venus what did I implore?<br>That ev'ry Grace which thence I took,<br>Shou'd know to charm my Damon more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Reading Thy Verse; who heeds, said I,<br>If here or there his Glances flew?<br>O free for ever be His Eye,<br>Whose Heart to Me is always true.<br>My Bloom indeed, my little Flow'r<br>Of Beauty quickly lost it's Pride:<br>For sever'd from it's Native Bow'r,<br>It on Thy glowing Bosom dy'd.<br>Yet car'd I not, what might presage<br>Or withering Wreath, or fleeting Youth:<br>Love I esteem'd more strong than Age,<br>And Time less permanent than Truth.<br>Why then I weep, forbear to know:<br>Fall uncontroll'd my Tears, and free:<br>O Damon, 'tis the only Woe,<br>I ever yet conceal'd from Thee.<br>The secret Wound with which I bleed<br>Shall lie wrapt up, ev'n in my Herse:<br>But on my Tomb-stone Thou shalt read<br>My Answer to Thy dubious Verse.</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>
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Vext Cloe to her Shepherd said:
'Tis for my Two poor stragling Sheep
Perhaps, or for my Squirrel dead.
For mind I what You late have writ?
Your subtle Questions, and Replies;
Emblems, to teach a Female Wit
The Ways, ..."></div>
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