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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=457153" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love Disarmed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath a Myrtle's verdant Shade<br>As Cloe half asleep was laid,<br>Cupid perch'd lightly on Her Breast,<br>And in That Heav'n desir'd to rest:<br>Over her Paps his Wings He spread:<br>Between He found a downy Bed,<br>And nestl'd in His little Head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still lay the God: The Nymph surpriz'd,<br>Yet Mistress of her self, devis'd,<br>How She the Vagrant might inthral,<br>And Captive Him, who Captives All.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her Boddice half way She unlac'd:<br>About his Arms She slily cast<br>The silken Bond, and held Him fast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The God awak'd; and thrice in vain<br>He strove to break the cruel Chain;<br>And thrice in vain He shook his Wing,<br>Incumber'd in the silken String.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flutt'ring the God, and weeping said,<br>Pity poor Cupid, generous Maid,<br>Who happen'd, being Blind, to stray,<br>And on thy Bosom lost his Way:<br>Who stray'd, alas! but knew too well,<br>He never There must hope to dwell.<br>Set an unhappy Pris'ner free,<br>Who ne'er intended Harm to Thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Me pertains not, She replies,<br>To know or care where Cupid flies;<br>What are his Haunts, or which his Way;<br>Where He would dwell, or whither stray:<br>Yet will I never set Thee free:<br>For Harm was meant, and Harm to Me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vain Fears that vex thy Virgin Heart!<br>I'll give Thee up my Bow and Dart:<br>Untangle but this cruel Chain,<br>And freely let Me fly again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Agreed: Secure my Virgin Heart:<br>Instant give up thy Bow and Dart:<br>The Chain I'll in Return unty;<br>And freely Thou again shalt fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus She the Captive did deliver:<br>The Captive thus gave up his Quiver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The God disarm'd, e'er since that Day<br>Passes his Life in harmless Play;<br>Flies round, or sits upon her Breast,<br>A little, flutt'ring, idle Guest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E'er since that Day the beauteous Maid<br>Governs the World in Cupid's stead;<br>Directs his Arrow as She wills;<br>Gives Grief, or Pleasure; spares, or kills.</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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As Cloe half asleep was laid,
Cupid perch'd lightly on Her Breast,
And in That Heav'n desir'd to rest:
Over her Paps his Wings He spread:
Between He found a downy Bed,
And nestl'd in His little Head.

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