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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498979" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her Muffe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Twas not for some calm blessing to deceive,<br>Thou didst thy polish'd hands in shagg'd furs weave;<br> It were no blessing thus obtain'd;<br> Thou rather would'st a curse have gain'd,<br>Then let thy warm driven snow be ever stain'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  II.<br>Not that you feared the discolo'ring cold<br>Might alchymize their silver into gold;<br> Nor could your ten white nuns so sin,<br> That you should thus pennance them in,<br>Each in her coarse hair smock of discipline.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  III.<br>Nor, Hero-like who, on their crest still wore<br>A lyon, panther, leopard, or a bore,<br> To looke their enemies in their herse,<br> Thou would'st thy hand should deeper pierce,<br>And, in its softness rough, appear more fierce.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IV.<br>No, no, LUCASTA, destiny decreed,<br>That beasts to thee a sacrifice should bleed,<br> And strip themselves to make you gay:<br> For ne'r yet herald did display<br>A coat, where SABLES upon ERMIN lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  V.<br>This for lay-lovers, that must stand at dore,<br>Salute the threshold, and admire no more;<br> But I, in my invention tough,<br> Rate not this outward bliss enough,<br>But still contemplate must the hidden muffe.</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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Twas not for some calm blessing to deceive,
Thou didst thy polish'd hands in shagg'd furs weave;
 It were no blessing thus obtain'd;
 Thou rather would'st a curse have gain'd,
Then let thy warm driven snow be ever stain'd.

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