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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To His Forsaken Mistress</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair,<br> And I might have gone near to love thee,<br>Had I not found the slightest prayer<br> That lips could move, had power to move thee;<br>But I can let thee now alone<br>As worthy to be loved by none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I do confess thou'rt sweet; yet find<br> Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,<br>Thy favours are but like the wind<br> That kisseth everything it meets:<br>And since thou canst with more than one,<br>Thou'rt worthy to be kiss'd by none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The morning rose that untouch'd stands<br> Arm'd with her briers, how sweet she smells!<br>But pluck'd and strain'd through ruder hands,<br> Her sweets no longer with her dwells:<br>But scent and beauty both are gone,<br>And leaves fall from her, one by one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such fate ere long will thee betide<br> When thou hast handled been awhile,<br>With sere flowers to be thrown aside;<br> And I shall sigh, while some will smile,<br>To see thy love to every one<br>Hath brought thee to be loved by none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Robert+Aytoun">Sir Robert Aytoun</a><div class=q>
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 And I might have gone near to love thee,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
 That lips could move, had power to move thee;
But I can let thee now alone
As worthy to be loved by none.

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