<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499023" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br> Strive not, vain lover, to be fine;<br> Thy silk's the silk-worm's, and not thine:<br>You lessen to a fly your mistriss' thought,<br>To think it may be in a cobweb caught.<br> What, though her thin transparent lawn<br> Thy heart in a strong net hath drawn:<br>Not all the arms the god of fire ere made<br>Can the soft bulwarks of nak'd love invade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II.<br> Be truly fine, then, and yourself dress<br> In her fair soul's immac'late glass.<br>Then by reflection you may have the bliss<br>Perhaps to see what a true fineness is;<br> When all your gawderies will fit<br> Those only that are poor in wit.<br>She that a clinquant outside doth adore,<br>Dotes on a gilded statue and no more.</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=499023" data-title="Song de Richard Lovelace" data-description="I. Strive not, vain lover, to be fine; Thy silk's the silk-worm's, and not thine: You lessen to a fly your mistriss' thought, To think it may be in a cobweb caught. What, though her thin transparent lawn Thy heart in a strong net hath drawn: N..."></div> </div> </div>

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