Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Copy
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=512570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beauty, Time, and Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I <br>FAIR is my Love and cruel as she 's fair; <br>Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny. <br>Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair, <br>And her disdains are gall, her favours honey: <br>A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honour, <br>Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love; <br>The wonder of all eyes that look upon her, <br>Sacred on earth, design'd a Saint above. <br>Chastity and Beauty, which were deadly foes, <br>Live reconciled friends within her brow; <br>And had she Pity to conjoin with those, <br>Then who had heard the plaints I utter now? <br> For had she not been fair, and thus unkind, <br> My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II <br>My spotless love hovers with purest wings, <br>About the temple of the proudest frame, <br>Where blaze those lights, fairest of earthly things, <br>Which clear our clouded world with brightest flame. <br>My ambitious thoughts, confined in her face, <br>Affect no honour but what she can give; <br>My hopes do rest in limits of her grace; <br>I weigh no comfort unless she relieve. <br>For she, that can my heart imparadise, <br>Holds in her fairest hand what dearest is; <br>My Fortune's wheel 's the circle of her eyes, <br>Whose rolling grace deign once a turn of bliss. <br> All my life's sweet consists in her alone; <br> So much I love the most Unloving one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III <br>And yet I cannot reprehend the flight <br>Or blame th' attempt presuming so to soar; <br>The mounting venture for a high delight <br>Did make the honour of the fall the more. <br>For who gets wealth, that puts not from the shore? <br>Danger hath honour, great designs their fame; <br>Glory doth follow, courage goes before; <br>And though th' event oft answers not the same-- <br>Suffice that high attempts have never shame. <br>The mean observer, whom base safety keeps, <br>Lives without honour, dies without a name, <br>And in eternal darkness ever sleeps.-- <br> And therefore, Delia, 'tis to me no blot <br> To have attempted, tho' attain'd thee not. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV <br>When men shall find thy flow'r, thy glory, pass, <br>And thou with careful brow, sitting alone, <br>Received hast this message from thy glass, <br>That tells the truth and says that All is gone; <br>Fresh shalt thou see in me the wounds thou mad'st, <br>Though spent thy flame, in me the heat remaining: <br>I that have loved thee thus before thou fad'st-- <br>My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning. <br>The world shall find this miracle in me, <br>That fire can burn when all the matter 's spent: <br>Then what my faith hath been thyself shalt see, <br>And that thou wast unkind thou may'st repent.-- <br> Thou may'st repent that thou hast scorn'd my tears, <br> When Winter snows upon thy sable hairs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">V <br>Beauty, sweet Love, is like the morning dew, <br>Whose short refresh upon the tender green <br>Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show, <br>And straight 'tis gone as it had never been. <br>Soon doth it fade that makes the fairest flourish, <br>Short is the glory of the blushing rose; <br>The hue which thou so carefully dost nourish, <br>Yet which at length thou must be forced to lose. <br>When thou, surcharged with burthen of thy years, <br>Shalt bend thy wrinkles homeward to the earth; <br>And that, in Beauty's Lease expired, appears <br>The Date of Age, the Calends of our Death-- <br> But ah, no more!--this must not be foretold, <br> For women grieve to think they must be old. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI <br>I must not grieve my Love, whose eyes would read <br>Lines of delight, whereon her youth might smile; <br>Flowers have time before they come to seed, <br>And she is young, and now must sport the while. <br>And sport, Sweet Maid, in season of these years, <br>And learn to gather flowers before they wither; <br>And where the sweetest blossom first appears, <br>Let Love and Youth conduct thy pleasures thither. <br>Lighten forth smiles to clear the clouded air, <br>And calm the tempest which my sighs do raise; <br>Pity and smiles do best become the fair; <br>Pity and smiles must only yield thee praise. <br> Make me to say when all my griefs are gone, <br> Happy the heart that sighed for such a one! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII <br>Let others sing of Knights and Paladines <br>In aged accents and untimely words, <br>Paint shadows in imaginary lines, <br>Which well the reach of their high wit records: <br>But I must sing of thee, and those fair eyes <br>Authentic shall my verse in time to come; <br>When yet th' unborn shall say, Lo, where she lies! <br>Whose beauty made him speak, that else was dumb! <br>These are the arcs, the trophies I erect, <br>That fortify thy name against old age; <br>And these thy sacred virtues must protect <br>Against the Dark, and Time's consuming rage. <br> Though th' error of my youth in them appear, <br> Suffice, they show I lived, and loved thee dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samuel+Daniel">Samuel Daniel</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=512570" data-title="Beauty, Time, and Love de Samuel Daniel" data-description="I FAIR is my Love and cruel as she 's fair; Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny. Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair, And her disdains are gall, her favours honey: A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honour, W..."></div> </div> </div>
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black