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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lucasta's Fanne, With A Looking- Glasse In It</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Eastrich! thou featherd foole, and easie prey,<br> That larger sailes to thy broad vessell needst;<br>Snakes through thy guttur-neck hisse all the day,<br> Then on thy iron messe at supper feedst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  II.<br>O what a glorious transmigration<br> From this to so divine an edifice<br>Hast thou straight made! heere from a winged stone<br> Transform'd into a bird of paradice!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  III.<br>Now doe thy plumes for hiew and luster vie<br> With th' arch of heav'n that triumphs or'e past wet,<br>And in a rich enamel'd pinion lye<br> With saphyres, amethists and opalls set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IV.<br>Sometime they wing her side, strive to drown<br> The day's eyes piercing beames, whose am'rous heat<br>Sollicites still, 'till with this shield of downe<br> From her brave face his glowing fires are beat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  V.<br>But whilst a plumy curtaine she doth draw,<br> A chrystall mirror sparkles in thy breast,<br>In which her fresh aspect when as she saw,<br> And then her foe retired to the west.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VI.<br>Deare engine, that oth' sun got'st me the day,<br> 'Spite of his hot assaults mad'st him retreat!<br>No wind (said she) dare with thee henceforth play<br> But mine own breath to coole the tyrants heat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VII.<br>My lively shade thou ever shalt retaine<br> In thy inclosed feather-framed glasse,<br>And but unto our selves to all remaine<br> Invisible, thou feature of this face!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VIII.<br>So said, her sad swaine over-heard and cried:<br> Yee Gods! for faith unstaind this a reward!<br>Feathers and glasse t'outweigh my vertue tryed!<br> Ah! show their empty strength! the gods accord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IX.<br>Now fall'n the brittle favourite lyes and burst!<br> Amas'd LUCASTA weepes, repents and flies<br>To her ALEXIS, vowes her selfe acurst,<br> If hence she dresse her selfe but in his eyes.</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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Eastrich! thou featherd foole, and easie prey,
 That larger sailes to thy broad vessell needst;
Snakes through thy guttur-neck hisse all the day,
 Then on thy iron messe at supper feedst.

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O what a glorious transmigration
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