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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519327" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If you refuse me once, and think again</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If you refuse me once, and think again,<br>I will complain.<br>You are deceiv'd, love is no work of art,<br>It must be got and born,<br>Not made and worn,<br>By every one that hath a heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or do you think they more than once can die,<br>Whom you deny?<br>Who tell you of a thousand deaths a day,<br>Like the old poets feign<br>And tell the pain<br>They met, but in the common way?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or do you think 't too soon to yield,<br>And quit the field?<br>Nor is that right, they yield that first entreat;<br>Once one may crave for love,<br>But more would prove<br>This heart too little, that too great.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh that I were all soul, that I might prove<br>For you as fit a love<br>As you are for an angel; for I know,<br>None but pure spirits are fit loves for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are all ethereal; there's in you no dross,<br>Nor any part that's gross.<br>Your coarsest part is like a curious lawn,<br>The vestal relics for a covering drawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your other parts, part of the purest fire<br>That e'er Heav'n did inspire,<br>Makes every thought that is refin'd by it<br>A quintessence of goodness and of wit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus have your raptures reach'd to that degree<br>In love's philosophy,<br>That you can figure to yourself a fire<br>Void of all heat, a love without desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor in divinity do you go less;<br>You think, and you profess,<br>That souls may have a plenitude of joy,<br>Although their bodies meet not to employ.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I must needs confess, I do not find<br>The motions of my mind<br>So purified as yet, but at the best<br>My body claims in them an interest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hold that perfect joy makes all our parts<br>As joyful as our hearts.<br>Our senses tell us, if we please not them,<br>Our love is but a dotage or a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall we then agree? you may descend,<br>But will not, to my end.<br>I fain would tune my fancy to your key,<br>But cannot reach to that obstructed way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There rests but this, that whilst we sorrow here,<br>Our bodies may draw near;<br>And, when no more their joys they can extend,<br>Then let our souls begin where they did end.</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>
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I will complain.
You are deceiv'd, love is no work of art,
It must be got and born,
Not made and worn,
By every one that hath a heart.

Or do you think they more than once can die,
Whom you deny?
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