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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499006" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On The Best, Last, And Only Remaning Comedy Of Mr. Fletcher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm un-ore-clowded, too! free from the mist!<br>The blind and late Heaven's-eyes great Occulist,<br>Obscured with the false fires of his sceme,<br>Not half those souls are lightned by this theme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Unhappy murmurers, that still repine<br>(After th' Eclipse our Sun doth brighter shine),<br>Recant your false grief, and your true joys know;<br>Your blisse is endlesse, as you fear'd your woe!<br>What fort'nate flood is this! what storm of wit!<br>Oh, who would live, and not ore-whelm'd in it?<br>No more a fatal Deluge shall be hurl'd:<br>This inundation hath sav'd the world.<br>Once more the mighty Fletcher doth arise,<br>Roab'd in a vest studded with stars and eyes<br>Of all his former glories; his last worth<br>Imbroiderd with what yet light ere brought forth.<br>See! in this glad farewel he doth appear<br>Stuck with the Constellations of his Sphere,<br>Fearing we numb'd fear'd no flagration,<br>Hath curl'd all his fires in this one ONE:<br>Which (as they guard his hallowed chast urn)<br>The dull aproaching hereticks do burn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Fletcher at his adieu carouses thus<br>To the luxurious ingenious,<br>As Cleopatra did of old out-vie,<br>Th' un-numb'red dishes of her Anthony,<br>When (he at th' empty board a wonderer)<br>Smiling she calls for pearl and vinegar,<br>First pledges him in's BREATH, then at one draught<br>Swallows THREE KINGDOMS of To HIS BEST THOUGHT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Hear, oh ye valiant writers, and subscribe;<br>(His force set by) y'are conquer'd by this bribe.<br>Though you hold out your selves, he doth commit<br>In this a sacred treason in your wit;<br>Although in poems desperately stout,<br>Give up: this overture must buy you out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus with some prodigal us'rer 't doth fare,<br>That keeps his gold still vayl'd, his steel-breast bare;<br>That doth exceed his coffers all but's eye,<br>And his eyes' idol the wing'd Deity:<br>That cannot lock his mines with half the art<br>As some rich beauty doth his wretched heart;<br>Wild at his real poverty, and so wise<br>To win her, turns himself into a prise.<br>First startles her with th' emerald Mad-Lover<br>The ruby Arcas, least she should recover<br>Her dazled thought, a Diamond he throws,<br>Splendid in all the bright Aspatia's woes;<br>Then to sum up the abstract of his store,<br>He flings a rope of Pearl of forty more.<br>Ah, see! the stagg'ring virtue faints! which he<br>Beholding, darts his Wealths Epitome;<br>And now, to consummate her wished fall,<br>Shows this one Carbuncle, that darkens all.</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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The blind and late Heaven's-eyes great Occulist,
Obscured with the false fires of his sceme,
Not half those souls are lightned by this theme.

 Unhappy murmurers, that still repine
(After th' Eclipse ou..."></div>
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