<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lucasta, Taking The Waters At Tunbridge.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Yee happy floods! that now must passe<br> The sacred conduicts of her wombe,<br>Smooth and transparent as your face,<br> When you are deafe, and windes are dumbe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II.<br>Be proud! and if your waters be<br> Foul'd with a counterfeyted teare,<br>Or some false sigh hath stained yee,<br> Haste, and be purified there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III.<br>And when her rosie gates y'have trac'd,<br> Continue yet some Orient wet,<br>'Till, turn'd into a gemme, y'are plac'd<br> Like diamonds with rubies set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IV.<br>Yee drops, that dew th' Arabian bowers,<br> Tell me, did you e're smell or view<br>On any leafe of all your flowers<br> Soe sweet a sent, so rich a hiew?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> V.<br>But as through th' Organs of her breath<br> You trickle wantonly, beware:<br>Ambitious Seas in their just death<br> As well as Lovers, must have share.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VI.<br>And see! you boyle as well as I;<br> You, that to coole her did aspire,<br>Now troubled and neglected lye,<br> Nor can your selves quench your owne fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VII.<br>Yet still be happy in the thought,<br> That in so small a time as this,<br>Through all the Heavens you were brought<br> Of Vertue, Honour, Love and Blisse.</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> <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=498995" data-title="Lucasta, Taking The Waters At Tunbridge. de Richard Lovelace" data-description="I. Yee happy floods! that now must passe The sacred conduicts of her wombe, Smooth and transparent as your face, When you are deafe, and windes are dumbe. II. Be proud! and if your waters be Foul'd with a counterfeyted teare, Or some false s..."></div> </div> </div>

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