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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539437" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What mystery was this; that I should finde<br>My blood in kissing you to stay behinde?<br>'Twas not for want of color that requirde<br>My blood for paynt: No dye could be desirde<br>On that fayre silke, where scarlett were a spott<br>And where the juice of lillies but a blotte.<br>'Twas not the signe of murther that did taynt<br>The harmlesse beauty of so pure a saynt:<br>Yes, of a loving murther, which rough steele<br>Could never worke; such as we joy to feele:<br>Wherby the ravisht soule though dying lives,<br>Since life and death the selfsame object gives.<br>If at the presence of a murtherer<br>The wound will bleede and tell the cause is ther,<br>A touch will doe much more, and thus my heart,<br>When secretly it felt the killing darte,<br>Shew'd it in blood: which yet doth more complayne<br>Because it cannot be so touched againe.<br>This wounded heart, to shew its love most true,<br>Sent forth a droppe and writ its minde on you.<br>Never was paper halfe so white as this,<br>Nor waxe so yeelding to the printed kisse,<br>Nor seal'd so strong. Noe letter ere was writt<br>That could the author's minde so truly hitt.<br>For though myselfe to foreigne countries flie,<br>My blood desires to keepe you company.<br>Here could I spill it all: thus I can free<br>Mine enemy from blood, though slayne I be:<br>But slayne I cannot bee, nor meete with ill,<br>Since but by you I have no blood to spill.</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>
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'Twas not for want of color that requirde
My blood for paynt: No dye could be desirde
On that fayre silke, where scarlett were a spott
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