<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519210" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LADIES, though to your conquering eyes <br>Love owes his chiefest victories, <br>And borrows those bright arms from you <br>With which he does the world subdue, <br>Yet you yourselves are not above <br>The empire nor the griefs of love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then rack not lovers with disdain, <br>Lest Love on you revenge their pain: <br>You are not free because you're fair: <br>The Boy did not his Mother spare. <br>Beauty 's but an offensive dart: <br>It is no armour for the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+George+Etherege">Sir George Etherege</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=519210" data-title="Song de Sir George Etherege" data-description="LADIES, though to your conquering eyes Love owes his chiefest victories, And borrows those bright arms from you With which he does the world subdue, Yet you yourselves are not above The empire nor the griefs of love. Then rack not lovers wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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