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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528346" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Loves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sincerity comes with the wine-cup,' my dear:<br>Then now o'er our wine-cups let us be sincere.<br>My soul's treasured secret to you I'll impart;<br>It is this; that I never won fairly your heart.<br>One half of my life, I am conscious, has flown;<br>The residue lives on your image alone.<br>You are kind, and I dream I'm in paradise then;<br>You are angry, and lo! all is darkness again.<br>It is right to torment one who loves you? Obey<br>Your elder; 'twere best; and you'll thank me one day.<br>Settle down in one nest on one tree (taking care<br>That no cruel reptile can clamber up there):<br>As it is with your lovers you're fairly perplexed;<br>One day you choose one bough, another the next.<br>Whoe'er at all struck by your graces appears,<br>Is more to you straight than the comrade of years;<br>While he's like the friend of a day put aside;<br>For the breath of your nostrils, I think, is your pride.<br>Form a friendship, for life, with some likely young lad;<br>So doing, in honour your name shall be had.<br>Nor would Love use you hardly; though lightly can he<br>Bind strong men in chains, and has wrought upon me<br>Till the steel is as wax-but I'm longing to press<br>That exquisite mouth with a clinging caress.<br> <br>No? Reflect that you're older each year than the last;<br>That we all must grow gray, and the wrinkles come fast.<br>Reflect, ere you spurn me, that youth at his sides<br>Wears wings; and once gone, all pursuit he derides:<br>Nor are men over keen to catch charms as they fly.<br>Think of this and be gentle, be loving as I:<br>When your years are maturer, we two shall be then<br>The pair in the Iliad over again.<br>But if you consign all my words to the wind<br>And say, 'Why annoy me? you're not to my mind,'<br>I-who lately in quest of the Gold Fruit had sped<br>For your sake, or of Cerberus guard of the dead<br>Though you called me, would ne'er stir a foot from my door,<br>For my love and my sorrow thenceforth will be o'er.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Theocritus">Theocritus</a><div class=q>
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Then now o'er our wine-cups let us be sincere.
My soul's treasured secret to you I'll impart;
It is this; that I never won fairly your heart.
One half of my life, I am conscious, has flown;
The residue..."></div>
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