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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498923" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Forbear this liquid fire, Fly,<br>It is more fatal then the dry,<br>That singly, but embracing, wounds;<br>And this at once both burns and drowns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  II.<br>The salamander, that in heat<br>And flames doth cool his monstrous sweat,<br>Whose fan a glowing cake is said,<br>Of this red furnace is afraid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  III.<br>Viewing the ruby-christal shine,<br>Thou tak'st it for heaven-christalline;<br>Anon thou wilt be taught to groan:<br>'Tis an ascended Acheron.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IV.<br>A snow-ball heart in it let fall,<br>And take it out a fire-ball;<br>Ali icy breast in it betray'd<br>Breaks a destructive wild granade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  V.<br>'Tis this makes Venus altars shine,<br>This kindles frosty Hymen's pine;<br>When the boy grows old in his desires,<br>This flambeau doth new light his fires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VI.<br>Though the cold hermit over wail,<br>Whose sighs do freeze, and tears drop hail,<br>Once having pass'd this, will ne'r<br>Another flaming purging fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VII.<br>The vestal drinking this doth burn<br>Now more than in her fun'ral urn;<br>Her fires, that with the sun kept race,<br>Are now extinguish'd by her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VIII.<br>The chymist, that himself doth still,<br>Let him but tast this limbecks bill,<br>And prove this sublimated bowl,<br>He'll swear it will calcine a soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IX.<br>Noble, and brave! now thou dost know<br>The false prepared decks below,<br>Dost thou the fatal liquor sup,<br>One drop, alas! thy barque blowes up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  X.<br>What airy country hast to save,<br>Whose plagues thou'lt bury in thy grave?<br>For even now thou seem'st to us<br>On this gulphs brink a Curtius.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XI.<br>And now th' art faln (magnanimous Fly)<br>In, where thine Ocean doth fry,<br>Like the Sun's son, who blush'd the flood<br>To a complexion of blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XII.<br>Yet, see! my glad auricular<br>Redeems thee (though dissolv'd) a star,<br>Flaggy thy wings, and scorch'd thy thighs,<br>Thou ly'st a double sacrifice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XIII.<br>And now my warming, cooling breath<br>Shall a new life afford in death;<br>See! in the hospital of my hand<br>Already cur'd, thou fierce do'st stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XIV.<br>Burnt insect! dost thou reaspire<br>The moist-hot-glasse and liquid fire?<br>I see 'tis such a pleasing pain,<br>Thou would'st be scorch'd and drown'd again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a><div class=q>
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Forbear this liquid fire, Fly,
It is more fatal then the dry,
That singly, but embracing, wounds;
And this at once both burns and drowns.

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The salamander, that in heat
And flames doth cool his monstrous sweat,
Whose fan a glowing cake is ..."></div>
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