<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519324" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Supplement of an Imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. William</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under,<br> Cosening the pillow of a lawful kiss,<br> Which therefore swell'd, and seem'd to part asunder,<br> As angry to be robb'd of such a bliss!<br> The one look'd pale and for revenge did long,<br> While t'other blush'd, 'cause it had done the wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Out of the bed the other fair hand was<br> On a green satin quilt, whose perfect white<br> Look'd like a daisy in a field of grass,<br> And show'd like unmelt snow unto the sight;<br> There lay this pretty perdue, safe to keep<br> The rest o' th' body that lay fast asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Her eyes (and therefore it was night), close laid<br> Strove to imprison beauty till the morn:<br> But yet the doors were of such fine stuff made,<br> That it broke through, and show'd itself in scorn,<br> Throwing a kind of light about the place,<br> Which turn'd to smiles still, as't came near her face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Her beams, which some dull men call'd hair, divided,<br> Part with her cheeks, part with her lips did sport.<br> But these, as rude, her breath put by still; some<br> Wiselier downwards sought, but falling short,<br> Curled back in rings, and seemed to turn again<br> To bite the part so unkindly held them in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Suckling">John Suckling</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=519324" data-title="A Supplement of an Imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. William de John Suckling" data-description="One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under, Cosening the pillow of a lawful kiss, Which therefore swell'd, and seem'd to part asunder, As angry to be robb'd of such a bliss! The one look'd pale and for revenge did long, While t'other blush'..."></div> </div> </div>

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