<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478873" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On His Ladies Waking</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My lady woke upon a morning fair, <br>What time Apollo’s chariot takes the skies, <br>And, fain to fill with arrows from her eyes <br>His empty quiver, Love was standing there: <br>I saw two apples that her breast doth bear <br>None such the close of the Hesperides <br>Yields; nor hath Venus any such as these, <br>Nor she that had of nursling Mars the care. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even such a bosom, and so fair it was, <br>Pure as the perfect work of Phidias, <br>That sad Andromeda’s discomfiture <br>Left bare, when Perseus passed her on a day, <br>And pale as Death for fear of Death she lay, <br>With breast as marble cold, as marble pure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Pierre+Ronsard">Pierre Ronsard</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=478873" data-title="On His Ladies Waking de Pierre Ronsard" data-description="My lady woke upon a morning fair, What time Apollo’s chariot takes the skies, And, fain to fill with arrows from her eyes His empty quiver, Love was standing there: I saw two apples that her breast doth bear None such the close of the Hespe..."></div> </div> </div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black