<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song On The Baths</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What Angel stirrs this happy Well,<br> Some Muse from thence come shew't me,<br>One of those naked Graces tell<br> That Angels are for beauty:<br>The Lame themselves that enter here<br> Come Angels out againe,<br>And Bodies turne to Soules all cleere,<br> All made for joy, noe payne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Heate never was so sweetely mett<br> With moist as in this shower:<br>Old men are borne anew by swett<br> Of its restoring pow'r:<br>When crippl'd joynts we suppl'd see,<br> And second lives new come,<br>Who can deny this Font to be<br> The Bodies Christendome?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>One Bath so fiery is you'l thinke<br> The Water is all Spirit,<br>Whose quick'ning streames are like the drink<br> Whereby we Life inheritt:<br>The second Poole of middle straine<br> Can wive Virginity,<br>Tempting the blood to such a vayne<br> One sexe is He and She.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The third where horses plunge may bring<br> A Pegasus to reare us,<br>And call for pens from Bladud's wing<br> For legging those that beare us.<br>Why should Physitians thither fly<br> Where Waters med'cines be,<br>Physitians come to cure thereby,<br> And are more cur'd than we</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Strode">William Strode</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=539424" data-title="A Song On The Baths de William Strode" data-description="What Angel stirrs this happy Well, Some Muse from thence come shew't me, One of those naked Graces tell That Angels are for beauty: The Lame themselves that enter here Come Angels out againe, And Bodies turne to Soules all cleere, All made for..."></div> </div> </div>

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