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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Princesse Loysa Drawing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw a little Diety,<br>MINERVA in epitomy,<br>Whom VENUS, at first blush, surpris'd,<br>Tooke for her winged wagge disguis'd.<br>But viewing then, whereas she made<br>Not a distrest, but lively shade<br>Of ECCHO whom he had betrayd,<br>Now wanton, and ith' coole oth' Sunne<br>With her delight a hunting gone,<br>And thousands more, whom he had slaine;<br>To live and love, belov'd againe:<br>Ah! this is true divinity!<br>I will un-God that toye! cri'd she;<br>Then markt she SYRINX running fast<br>To Pan's imbraces, with the haste<br>Shee fled him once, whose reede-pipe rent<br>He finds now a new Instrument.<br>THESEUS return'd invokes the Ayre<br>And windes, then wafts his faire;<br>Whilst ARIADNE ravish't stood<br>Half in his armes, halfe in the flood.<br> Proud ANAXERETE doth fall<br>At IPHIS feete, who smiles at all:<br>And he (whilst she his curles doth deck)<br>Hangs no where now, but on her neck.<br>Here PHOEBUS with a beame untombes<br>Long-hid LEUCOTHOE, and doomes<br>Her father there; DAPHNE the faire<br>Knowes now no bayes but round her haire;<br>And to APOLLO and his Sons,<br>Who pay him their due Orisons,<br>Bequeaths her lawrell-robe, that flame<br>Contemnes, Thunder and evill Fame.<br> There kneel'd ADONIS fresh as spring,<br>Gay as his youth, now offering<br>Herself those joyes with voice and hand,<br>Which first he could not understand.<br> Transfixed VENUS stood amas'd,<br>Full of the Boy and Love, she gaz'd,<br>And in imbraces seemed more<br>Senceless and colde then he before.<br>Uselesse Childe! In vaine (said she)<br>You beare that fond artillerie;<br>See heere a pow'r above the slow<br>Weake execution of thy bow.<br> So said, she riv'd the wood in two,<br>Unedged all his arrowes too,<br>And with the string their feathers bound<br>To that part, whence we have our wound.<br> See, see! the darts by which we burn'd<br>Are bright Loysa's pencills turn'd,<br>With which she now enliveth more<br>Beauties, than they destroy'd before.</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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MINERVA in epitomy,
Whom VENUS, at first blush, surpris'd,
Tooke for her winged wagge disguis'd.
But viewing then, whereas she made
Not a distrest, but lively shade
Of ECCHO whom he had betrayd,
Now wanton, and ith' coole oth..."></div>
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