<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519185" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love still has something of the sea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love still has something of the sea, <br> From whence his Mother rose;<br> No time his slaves from doubt can free,<br> Nor give their thoughts repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They are becalm'd in clearest days,<br> And in rough weather tost;<br> They wither under cold delays,<br> Or are in tempests lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> One while they seem to touch the port,<br> Then straight into the main<br> Some angry wind in cruel sport<br> Their vessel drives again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> At first disdain and pride they fear,<br> Which, if they chance to 'scape,<br> Rivals and falsehood soon appear<br> In a more dreadful shape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By such degrees to joy they come,<br> And are so long withstood,<br> So slowly they receive the sum,<br> It hardly does them good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Tis cruel to prolong a pain;<br> And to defer a joy,<br> Believe me, gentle Celemene,<br> Offends the winged boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> An hundred thousand oaths your fears<br> Perhaps would not remove,<br> And if I gaz'd a thousand years,<br> I could no deeper love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Charles+Sedley">Sir Charles Sedley</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=519185" data-title="Love still has something of the sea de Sir Charles Sedley" data-description="Love still has something of the sea, From whence his Mother rose; No time his slaves from doubt can free, Nor give their thoughts repose. They are becalm'd in clearest days, And in rough weather tost; They wither under cold delays, Or are..."></div> </div> </div>

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