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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Lady That Desired Me I Would Beare My Part With Her In A Song Madam A. L.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the prittiest motion:<br>Madam, th' alarums of a drumme<br>That cals your lord, set to your cries,<br>To mine are sacred symphonies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What, though 'tis said I have a voice;<br>I know 'tis but that hollow noise<br>Which (as it through my pipe doth speed)<br>Bitterns do carol through a reed;<br>In the same key with monkeys jiggs,<br>Or dirges of proscribed piggs,<br>Or the soft Serenades above<br>In calme of night, when cats make love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Was ever such a consort seen!<br>Fourscore and fourteen with forteen?<br>Yet sooner they'l agree, one paire,<br>Then we in our spring-winter aire;<br>They may imbrace, sigh, kiss, the rest:<br>Our breath knows nought but east and west.<br>Thus have I heard to childrens cries<br>The faire nurse still such lullabies,<br>That, well all sayd (for what there lay),<br>The pleasure did the sorrow pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sure ther's another way to save<br>Your phansie, madam; that's to have<br>('Tis but a petitioning kinde fate)<br>The organs sent to Bilingsgate,<br>Where they to that soft murm'ring quire<br>Shall teach you all you can admire!<br>Or do but heare, how love-bang Kate<br>In pantry darke for freage of mate,<br>With edge of steele the square wood shapes,<br>And DIDO to it chaunts or scrapes.<br>The merry Phaeton oth' carre<br>You'l vow makes a melodious jarre;<br>Sweeter and sweeter whisleth He<br>To un-anointed axel-tree;<br>Such swift notes he and 's wheels do run;<br>For me, I yeeld him Phaebus son.<br> Say, faire Comandres, can it be<br>You should ordaine a mutinie?<br>For where I howle, all accents fall,<br>As kings harangues, to one and all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ulisses art is now withstood:<br>You ravish both with sweet and good;<br>Saint Syren, sing, for I dare heare,<br>But when I ope', oh, stop your eare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Far lesse be't aemulation<br>To passe me, or in trill or tone,<br>Like the thin throat of Philomel,<br>And the smart lute who should excell,<br>As if her soft cords should begin,<br>And strive for sweetnes with the pin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Yet can I musick too; but such<br>As is beyond all voice or touch;<br>My minde can in faire order chime,<br>Whilst my true heart still beats the time;<br>My soule['s] so full of harmonie,<br>That it with all parts can agree;<br>If you winde up to the highest fret,<br>It shall descend an eight from it,<br>And when you shall vouchsafe to fall,<br>Sixteene above you it shall call,<br>And yet, so dis-assenting one,<br>They both shall meet in unison.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Come then, bright cherubin, begin!<br>My loudest musick is within.<br>Take all notes with your skillfull eyes;<br>Hearke, if mine do not sympathise!<br>Sound all my thoughts, and see exprest<br>The tablature of my large brest;<br>Then you'l admit, that I too can<br>Musick above dead sounds of man;<br>Such as alone doth blesse the spheres,<br>Not to be reacht with humane eares.</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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Madam, th' alarums of a drumme
That cals your lord, set to your cries,
To mine are sacred symphonies.

 What, though 'tis said I have a voice;
I know 'tis but that hollow noise
Which (as it through my pipe doth speed)..."></div>
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