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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475849" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seeing Thou Art Fair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SEEING thou art fair, I bar not thy false playing, <br>But let not me poor soul know of thy straying. <br>Nor do I give thee counsel to live chaste, <br>But that thou would'st dissemble, when 'tis past. <br>She hath not trod awry, that doth deny it. <br>Such as confess have lost their good names by it. <br>What madness is't to tell night-pranks by day? <br>And hidden secrets openly to bewray? <br>The strumpet with the stranger will not do, <br>Before the room be clear, and door put-to, <br>Will you make shipwreck of your honest name, <br>And let the world be witness of the same? <br>Be more advised, walk as a puritan, <br>And I shall think you chaste, do what you can. <br>Slip still, only deny it when 'tis done, <br>And, before folk, immodest speeches shun. <br>The bed is for lascivious toyings meet, <br>There use all tricks, and tread shame under feet. <br>When you are up and dressed, be sage and grave, <br>And in the bed hide all the faults you have. <br>Be not ashamed to strip you, being there, <br>And mingle thighs, yours ever mine to bear. <br>There in your rosy lips my tongue entomb, <br>Practise a thousand sports when there you come. <br>Forbear no wanton words you there would speak, <br>And with your pastime let the bedstead creak <br>But with your robes put on an honest face, <br>And blush and seem as you were full of grace. <br>Deceive all; let me err; and think I'm right, <br>And like a wittol think thee void of slight. <br>Why see I lines so oft received and given? <br>This bed and that by tumbling made uneven? <br>Like one start up your hair tost and displaced, <br>And with a wanton's tooth your neck new-rased. <br>Grant this, that what you do I may not see; <br>If you weigh not ill speeches, yet weigh me. <br>My soul fleets when I think what you have done. <br>And through every vein doth cold blood run. <br>Then thee whom I must love, I hate in vain, <br>And would be dead, but dead with thee remain. <br>I'll not sift much, but hold thee soon excused, <br>Say but thou wert injuriously accused. <br>Though while the deed be doing you be took, <br>And I see when you ope the two-leaved book, <br>Swear I was blind; deny, if you be wise, <br>And I will trust your words more than mine eyes. <br>From him that yields, the palm is quickly got, <br>Teach but your tongue to say, 'I did it not,' <br>And being justified by two words think <br>The cause acquits you not, but I that wink.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ovid">Ovid</a><div class=q>
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But let not me poor soul know of thy straying. 
Nor do I give thee counsel to live chaste, 
But that thou would'st dissemble, when 'tis past. 
She hath not trod awry, that doth deny it. 
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