<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468627" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Quarrel With Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh that I could write a story<br>Of love's dealing with affection!<br>How he makes the spirit sorry<br>That is touch'd with his infection.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he doth so closely wind him,<br>In the plaits of will ill-pleased,<br>That the heart can never find him<br>Till it be too much diseased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis a subtle kind or spirit<br>Of a venom-kind of nature,<br>That can, like a coney-ferret,<br>Creep unawares upon a creature.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never eye that can behold it,<br>Though it worketh first by seeing;<br>Nor conceit that can unfold it,<br>Though in thoughts be all its being.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! it maketh old men witty,<br>Young men wanton, women idle,<br>While that patience weeps, for pity<br>Reason bite not nature's bridle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What it is, in conjecture;<br>Seeking much, but nothing finding;<br>Like to fancy's architecture<br>With illusions reason blinding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, can beauty so retain it,<br>In the profit of her service,<br>That she closely can maintain it<br>For her servant chief on office?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In her eye she chiefly breeds it;<br>In her cheeks she chiefly hides it;<br>In her servant's faith she feeds it,<br>While his only heart abides it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nicholas+Breton">Nicholas Breton</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=468627" data-title="A Quarrel With Love de Nicholas Breton" data-description="Oh that I could write a story Of love's dealing with affection! How he makes the spirit sorry That is touch'd with his infection. But he doth so closely wind him, In the plaits of will ill-pleased, That the heart can never find him Till it be too..."></div> </div> </div>

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