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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499064" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Fletcher Reviv'd</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How have I bin religious? what strange good<br>Has scap't me, that I never understood?<br>Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne?<br>Heald wounded states? made kings and kingdoms one?<br>That FATE should be so merciful to me,<br>To let me live t' have said I have read thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Faire star, ascend! the joy! the life! the light<br>Of this tempestuous age, this darke worlds sight!<br>Oh, from thy crowne of glory dart one flame<br>May strike a sacred reverence, whilest thy name<br>(Like holy flamens to their god of day)<br>We bowing, sing; and whilst we praise, we pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Bright spirit! whose aeternal motion<br>Of wit, like Time, stil in it selfe did run,<br>Binding all others in it, and did give<br>Commission, how far this or that shal live;<br>Like DESTINY of poems who, as she<br>Signes death to all, her selfe cam never dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And now thy purple-robed Traegedy,<br>In her imbroider'd buskins, cals mine eye,<br>Where the brave Aetius we see betray'd,<br>T' obey his death, whom thousand lives obey'd;<br>Whilst that the mighty foole his scepter breakes,<br>And through his gen'rals wounds his own doome speakes,<br>Weaving thus richly VALENTINIAN,<br>The costliest monarch with the cheapest man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Souldiers may here to their old glories adde,<br>The LOVER love, and be with reason MAD:<br>Not, as of old, Alcides furious,<br>Who wilder then his bull did teare the house<br>(Hurling his language with the canvas stone):<br>Twas thought the monster ror'd the sob'rer tone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But ah! when thou thy sorrow didst inspire<br>With passions, blacke as is her darke attire,<br>Virgins as sufferers have wept to see<br>So white a soule, so red a crueltie;<br>That thou hast griev'd, and with unthought redresse<br>Dri'd their wet eyes who now thy mercy blesse;<br>Yet, loth to lose thy watry jewell, when<br>Joy wip't it off, laughter straight sprung't agen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now ruddy checked Mirth with rosie wings<br>Fans ev'ry brow with gladnesse, whilst she sings<br>Delight to all, and the whole theatre<br>A festivall in heaven doth appeare:<br>Nothing but pleasure, love; and (like the morne)<br>Each face a gen'ral smiling doth adorne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Heare ye, foul speakers, that pronounce the aire<br>Of stewes and shores, I will informe you where<br>And how to cloath aright your wanton wit,<br>Without her nasty bawd attending it:<br>View here a loose thought sayd with such a grace,<br>Minerva might have spoke in Venus face;<br>So well disguis'd, that 'twas conceiv'd by none<br>But Cupid had Diana's linnen on;<br>And all his naked parts so vail'd, th' expresse<br>The shape with clowding the uncomlinesse;<br>That if this Reformation, which we<br>Receiv'd, had not been buried with thee,<br>The stage (as this worke) might have liv'd and lov'd<br>Her lines, the austere Skarlet had approv'd;<br>And th' actors wisely been from that offence<br>As cleare, as they are now from audience.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus with thy Genius did the scaene expire,<br>Wanting thy active and correcting fire,<br>That now (to spread a darknesse over all)<br>Nothing remaines but Poesie to fall:<br>And though from these thy Embers we receive<br>Some warmth, so much as may be said, we live;<br>That we dare praise thee blushlesse, in the head<br>Of the best piece Hermes to Love e're read;<br>That we rejoyce and glory in thy wit,<br>And feast each other with remembring it;<br>That we dare speak thy thought, thy acts recite:<br>Yet all men henceforth be afraid to write.</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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Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne?
Heald wounded states? made kings and kingdoms one?
That FATE should be so merciful to me,
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