Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I would and I would not</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woulde it were not as it is<br>Or that I cared not yea or no;<br>I woulde I thoughte it not amiss,<br>Or that amiss mighte blamles goo;<br> I woulde I were, yet woulde I not,<br> I mighte be gladd yet coulde I not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I coulde desire to know the meane<br>Or that the meane desyre soughte;<br>I woulde I coulde my fancye weane<br>From suche sweet joyes as Love hathe wroughte;<br> Onlye my wishe is leaste of all<br> A badge whereby to know a thrall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O happy man whiche doste aspire<br>To that whiche semeleye thou dost crave!<br>Thrise happy man, if thy desyre<br>Maye winn with hope good happ to have;<br> But woe to me unhappy man<br> Whom hope nor happ acquiet cann.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The budds of hope are starvde with feare<br>And still his foe presents his face;<br>My state, if hope the palme shoulde beare<br>Unto my happ woulde be disgrace.<br> As diamond in woode were set<br> Or Irus raggs in goulde I frett.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For loe my tyrèd shoulders beare<br>Desyre's weery beatinge winges;<br>And at my feet a clogg I weare<br>Tyde one wth selfe disdayning stringes.<br> My wings to mounte aloft make hast.<br> My clog doth sinke me downe as faste.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This is our state, loe thus we stande<br>They ryse to fall that climbe to hye;<br>The boye that fled kynge Minos lande<br>Maye learne the wise more love to flye.<br> What gaynde his poynte agaynste the sonne<br> He drownde in seas himself, that wonne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet Icarus more happy was,<br>By present deathe his cares to ende<br>Than I, pore mann, on whom alas<br>Tenn thousande deathes theire paynes do sende.<br> Now greife, now hope, now loue, now spyghte<br> Longe sorrows mixte withe shorte delyghte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The pheere and fellowe of thy smarte<br>Prometheus I am indeede;<br>Upon whose ever livinge harte<br>The greedy gryphes do daylye feede;<br> But he that lyfts his harte so hye<br> Muste be contente to pine and dye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Finis.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Edward+Dyer">Sir Edward Dyer</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=519196" data-title="I would and I would not de Sir Edward Dyer" data-description="I woulde it were not as it is
Or that I cared not yea or no;
I woulde I thoughte it not amiss,
Or that amiss mighte blamles goo;
 I woulde I were, yet woulde I not,
 I mighte be gladd yet coulde I not.


I coulde desire to know the meane
Or that t..."></div>
</div>
</div>