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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To His Deare Brother Colonel F. L. Immoderately Mourning My</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>If teares could wash the ill away,<br>A pearle for each wet bead I'd pay;<br>But as dew'd corne the fuller growes,<br>So water'd eyes but swell our woes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  II.<br>One drop another cals, which still<br>(Griefe adding fuell) doth distill;<br>Too fruitfull of her selfe is anguish,<br>We need no cherishing to languish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  III.<br>Coward fate degen'rate man<br>Like little children uses, when<br>He whips us first, untill we weepe,<br>Then, 'cause we still a weeping keepe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IV.<br>Then from thy firme selfe never swerve;<br>Teares fat the griefe that they should sterve;<br>Iron decrees of destinie<br>Are ner'e wipe't out with a wet eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  V.<br>But this way you may gaine the field,<br>Oppose but sorrow, and 'twill yield;<br>One gallant thorough-made resolve<br>Doth starry influence dissolve.</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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If teares could wash the ill away,
A pearle for each wet bead I'd pay;
But as dew'd corne the fuller growes,
So water'd eyes but swell our woes.

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One drop another cals, which still
(Griefe adding fuell) doth distill;
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