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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531500" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 06</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXXXI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah! be it not pardie declared in France,<br>Or elsewhere told where courtesy is in prize,<br>That we forsook so fair a chevisance,<br>For or that might from fight arise;<br>Else, here surrender I both sword and lance,<br>And swear no more to use this martial guise;<br>For ill deserves he to be termed a knight,<br>That bears a blunt sword in a lady's right.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXXXII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus parleyed he, and with sound,<br>The approved what the gallant said,<br>Their general their knights encompassed round,<br>With humble grace, and earnest suit they prayed:<br>'I yield,' quoth he, 'and it be found,<br>What I have granted, let her have your aid:<br>Yours be the thanks, for yours the danger is,<br>If aught succeed, as much I, amiss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXXXIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But if with you my words may credit find,<br>Oh temper then this heat misguides you so!'<br>Thus much he said, but they with fancy blind,<br>his grant, and let his counsel go.<br>What works not beauty, man's relenting <br>Is eath to move with plaints and shows of woe:<br>Her lips cast forth a chain of sugared words,<br>That captive led most of the Christian lords.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXXXIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eustace recalled her, and bespake her thus:<br>'Beauty's chief darling, let those be,<br>For such assistance shall you find in us<br>As with your need, or will, may best agree:'<br>With that she cheered her forehead dolorous,<br>And smiled for, that Phoebus blushed to,<br>And had she deigned her veil for to remove,<br>The God once more had fallen in love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXXXV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With that she broke the silence once again,<br>And gave the knight great thanks in little speech,<br>She said she would his handmaid poor remain,<br>So far as honor's laws received no breach.<br>Her humble gestures made the residue plain,<br>Dumb eloquence, persuading more than speech:<br>Thus women, and thus they use the guise,<br>To enchant the valiant, and beguile the.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXXXVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when she her enterprise had got<br>Some wished mean of quick and proceeding,<br>She to strike the iron that was hot,<br>For every action hath his hour of speeding:<br>Medea or false Circe changed not<br>So far the shapes of men, as her eyes spreading<br>Altered their hearts, and with her syren's sound<br>In lust, their, their hearts, in love she drowned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXXXVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All wily sleights that subtle women,<br>Hourly she used, to catch some lover new.<br>None kenned the bent of her unsteadfast bow,<br>For with the time her her looks renew,<br>From some she cast her modest eyes below,<br>At some her gazing glances roving flew,<br>And while she thus pursued her wanton sport,<br>She spurred the slow, and reined the forward short.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXXXVIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If some, as hopeless that she would be won,<br>Forebore to love, because they durst not move her,<br>On them her gentle looks to smile begun,<br>As who say she is kind if you dare prove her<br>On every heart thus shone this lustful sun,<br>All strove to serve, to please, to woo, to love her,<br>And in their hearts that chaste and bashful were,<br>Her eye's hot glance dissolved the frost of.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXXXIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On them who durst with fingering bold assay<br>To the softness of her tender skin,<br>She looked as coy, as if she list not play,<br>And made as things of worth were hard to win;<br>Yet tempered so her deignful looks alway,<br>That outward scorn showed store of grace within:<br>Thus with false hope their longing hearts she fired,<br>For hardest gotten things are most.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XC</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes she walked in secret where,<br>To ruminate upon her discontent,<br>Within her eyelids the swelling tear,<br>Not poured forth, though sprung from sad lament,<br>And with this craft a thousand well near<br>In snares of foolish ruth and love she hent,<br>And kept as slaves, by which we fitly prove<br>That witless breedeth fruitless love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XCI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes, as if her hope unloosed had<br>The chains of grief, wherein her lay fettered,<br>Upon her minions looked she blithe and glad,<br>In that lore so was she lettered;<br>Not glorious Titan, in his brightness clad,<br>The sunshine of her face in lustre bettered:<br>For when she list to cheer her beauties so,<br>She smiled away the clouds of grief and woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XCII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her double charm of smiles and sugared words,<br>Lulled on sleep the of their senses,<br>Reason shall aid gainst those assaults affords,<br>no warrant from those sweet offences;<br>Cupid's deep rivers have their shallow fords,<br>His griefs, bring ; his losses, recompenses;<br>He breeds the sore, and cures us of the:<br>Achilles' lance that wounds and heals again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XCIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While thus she them torments twixt frost and fire,<br>Twixt and grief, twixt hope and restless,<br>The sly enchantress her gain the nigher,<br>These were her flocks that golden fleeces bear:<br>But if someone durst utter his,<br>And by complaining make his griefs appear,<br>He labored hard rocks with plaints to move,<br>She had not learned the gamut then of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XCIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For down she bet her bashful eyes to ground,<br>And donned the weed of women's modest grace,<br>Down from her eyes welled the pearls round,<br>Upon the bright enamel of her face;<br>Such honey drops on springing flowers are found<br>When Phoebus holds the crimson morn in chase;<br>Full seemed her looks of, and of shame;<br>Yet shone transparent through the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XCV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If she by his outward cheer,<br>That any would his love by talk bewray,<br>Sometimes she him, sometimes stopped her ear,<br>And played fast and loose the livelong day:<br>Thus all her lovers kind deluded were,<br>Their earnest suit got neither yea nor nay;<br>But like the sort of weary huntsmen fare,<br>That hunt all day, and lose at night the hare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XCVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These were the arts by which she captived<br>A thousand of young and lusty knights;<br>These were the arms wherewith love conquered<br>Their feeble hearts subdued in wanton fights:<br>What wonder if Achilles were misled,<br>Of great Alcides at their ladies' ,<br>Since these champions of the Lord above<br>Were thralls to beauty, yielden slaves to lore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Torquato+Tasso">Torquato Tasso</a><div class=q>
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'Ah! be it not pardie declared in France,
Or elsewhere told where courtesy is in prize,
That we forsook so fair a chevisance,
For or that might from fight arise;
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