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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498949" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hither with hallowed steps as is the ground,<br>That must enshrine this saint with lookes profound,<br>And sad aspects as the dark vails you weare,<br>Virgins opprest, draw gently, gently neare;<br>Enter the dismall chancell of this rooome,<br>Where each pale guest stands fixt a living tombe;<br>With trembling hands helpe to remove this earth<br>To its last death and first victorious birth:<br>Let gums and incense fume, who are at strife<br>To enter th' hearse and breath in it new life;<br>Mingle your steppes with flowers as you goe,<br>Which, as they haste to fade, will speake your woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And when y' have plac't your tapers on her urn,<br>How poor a tribute 'tis to weep and mourn!<br>That flood the channell of your eye-lids fils,<br>When you lose trifles, or what's lesse, your wills.<br>If you'l be worthy of these obsequies,<br>Be blind unto the world, and drop your eyes;<br>Waste and consume, burn downward as this fire<br>That's fed no more: so willingly expire;<br>Passe through the cold and obscure narrow way,<br>Then light your torches at the spring of day,<br>There with her triumph in your victory.<br>Such joy alone and such solemnity<br>Becomes this funerall of virginity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or, if you faint to be so blest, oh heare!<br>If not to dye, dare but to live like her:<br>Dare to live virgins, till the honour'd age<br>Of thrice fifteen cals matrons on the stage,<br>Whilst not a blemish or least staine is scene<br>On your white roabe 'twixt fifty and fifteene;<br>But as it in your swathing-bands was given,<br>Bring't in your winding sheet unsoyl'd to Heav'n.<br>Daere to do purely, without compact good,<br>Or herald, by no one understood<br>But him, who now in thanks bows either knee<br>For th' early benefit and secresie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Dare to affect a serious holy sorrow,<br>To which delights of pallaces are narrow,<br>And, lasting as their smiles, dig you a roome,<br>Where practise the probation of your tombe<br>With ever-bended knees and piercing pray'r,<br>Smooth the rough passe through craggy earth to ay'r;<br>Flame there as lights that shipwrackt mariners<br>May put in safely, and secure their feares,<br>Who, adding to your joyes, now owe you theirs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Virgins, if thus you dare but courage take<br>To follow her in life, else through this lake<br>Of Nature wade, and breake her earthly bars,<br>Y' are fixt with her upon a throne of stars,<br>Arched with a pure Heav'n chrystaline,<br>Where round you love and joy for ever shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But you are dumbe, as what you do lament<br>More senseles then her very monument,<br>Which at your weaknes weeps. Spare that vaine teare,<br>Enough to burst the rev'rend sepulcher.<br>Rise and walk home; there groaning prostrate fall,<br>And celebrate your owne sad funerall:<br>For howsoe're you move, may heare, or see,<br>YOU ARE MORE DEAD AND BURIED THEN SHEE.</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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That must enshrine this saint with lookes profound,
And sad aspects as the dark vails you weare,
Virgins opprest, draw gently, gently neare;
Enter the dismall chancell of this rooome,
Where each pale gu..."></div>
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