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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519331" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, for some honest lover's ghost,<br>Some kind unbodied post<br>Sent from the shades below!<br>I strangely long to know<br>Whether the noble chaplets wear<br>Those that their mistress' scorn did bear<br>Or those that were used kindly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For whatsoe'er they tell us here<br>To make those sufferings dear,<br>'Twill there, I fear, be found<br>That to the being crowned<br>T' have loved alone will not suffice,<br>Unless we also have been wise<br>And have our loves enjoyed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What posture can we think him in<br>That, here unloved, again<br>Departs, and 's thither gone<br>Where each sits by his own?<br>Or how can that Elysium be<br>Where I my mistress still must see<br>Circled in other's arms?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For there the judges all are just,<br>And Sophonisba must<br>Be his whom she held dear,<br>Not his who loved her here.<br>The sweet Philoclea, since she died,<br>Lies by her Pirocles his side,<br>Not by Amphialus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some bays, perchance, or myrtle bough<br>For difference crowns the brow<br>Of those kind souls that were<br>The noble martyrs here;<br>And if that be the only odds,<br>(As who can tell?) ye kinder gods,<br>Give me the woman here!</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=519331" data-title="Sonnet de John Suckling" data-description="Oh, for some honest lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know Whether the noble chaplets wear Those that their mistress' scorn did bear Or those that were used kindly. For whatsoe'er they tell us ..."></div> </div> </div>
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