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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wishes To His (Supposed) Mistress</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whoe'er she be,<br>That not impossible she<br>That shall command my heart and me;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where'er she lie,<br>Locked up from mortal eye<br>In shady leaves of destiny:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till that ripe birth<br>Of studied fate stand forth,<br>And teach her fair steps to our earth;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till that divine<br>Idea take a shrine<br>Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Meet you her, my wishes,<br>Bespeak her to my blisses,<br>And be ye called my absent kisses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish her beauty,<br>That owes not all its duty<br>To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something more than<br>Taffata or tissue can,<br>Or rampant feather, or rich fan;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">More than the spoil<br>Of shop, or silkworm's toil,<br>Or a bought blush, or a set smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A face that's best<br>By its own beauty drest,<br>And can alone commend the rest:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A face made up<br>Out of no other shop<br>Than what nature's white hand sets ope.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cheek where youth<br>And blood with pen of truth<br>Write what the reader sweetly ru'th.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cheek where grows<br>More than a morning rose,<br>Which to no box his being owes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lips, where all day<br>A lovers kiss may play,<br>Yet carry nothing thence away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Looks that oppress<br>Their richest tires, but dress<br>And clothe their simplest nakedness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes, that displaces<br>The neighbour diamond, and outfaces<br>That sunshine by their own sweet graces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tresses, that wear<br>Jewels, but to declare<br>How much themselves more precious are;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose native ray<br>Can tame the wanton day<br>Of gems that in their bright shades play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each ruby there,<br>Or pearl that dare appear,<br>Be its own blush, be its own tear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A well-tamed heart,<br>For whose more noble smart<br>Love may be long choosing a dart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes, that bestow<br>Full quivers on Love's bow,<br>Yet pay less arrows than they owe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smiles, that can warm<br>The blood, yet teach a charm,<br>That chastity shall take no harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blushes, that bin<br>The burnish of no sin,<br>Nor flames of aught too hot within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joyes, that confess<br>Virtue their mistress,<br>And have no other head to dress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fears, fond and flight<br>As the coy bride's when night<br>First does the longing lover right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tears, quickly fled<br>And vain as those are shed<br>For a dying maidenhead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Days, that need borrow<br>No part of their good morrow<br>From a forspent night of sorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Days, that, in spite<br>Of darkness, by the light<br>Of a clear mind are day all night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nights, sweet as they,<br>Made short by lovers' play,<br>Yet long by th' absence of the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life, that dares send<br>A challenge to its end,<br>And when it comes say Welcome Friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sydneian showers<br>Of sweet discourse, whose powers<br>Can crown old winter's head with flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft silken hours,<br>Open suns, shady bowers<br>'Bove all; nothing within that lours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whate'er delight<br>Can make day's forehead bright,<br>Or give down to the wings of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In her whole frame<br>Have nature all the name,<br>Art and ornament the shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her flattery<br>Picture and poesy,<br>Her counsel her own virtue be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish her store<br>Of worth may leave her poor<br>Of wishes; and I wish&mdash;no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, if Time knows<br>That Her, whose radiant brows<br>Weave them a garland of my vows;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her, whose just bays<br>My future hopes can raise,<br>A trophy to her present praise;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her, that dares be<br>What these lines wish to see:<br>I seek no further, it is she.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis she, and here<br>Lo! I unclothe and clear<br>My wishes' cloudy character.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May she enjoy it,<br>Whose merit dare apply it,<br>But modesty dares still deny it!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such worth as this is<br>Shall fix my flying wishes,<br>And determine them to kisses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let her full glory,<br>My fancies, fly before ye;<br>Be ye my fictions, but her story.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Crashaw">Richard Crashaw</a><div class=q>
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That not impossible she
That shall command my heart and me;

Where'er she lie,
Locked up from mortal eye
In shady leaves of destiny:

Till that ripe birth
Of studied fate stand forth,
And teach her fair steps to our earth;

Till th..."></div>
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