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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539442" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Keepe On Your Maske (Version for his Mistress)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Keepe on your maske and hide your eye<br>For in beholding you I dye.<br>Your fatall beauty Gorgon-like<br>Dead with astonishment doth strike.<br>Your piercing eyes that now I see<br>Are worse than Basilisks to me.<br>Shut from mine eyes those hills of snow,<br>Their melting vally do not shew:<br>Those azure paths lead to despaire,<br>O vex me not, forbear, forbear;<br>For while I thus in torments dwell<br>The sight of Heaven is worse than Hell.<br>In those faire cheeks two pits doe lye<br>To bury those slaine by your eye:<br>So this at length doth comfort me<br>That fairely buried I shall be:<br>My grave with Roses, Lillies, spread,<br>Methinks tis life for to be dead:<br>Come then and kill me with your eye,<br>For if you let me live I dye.<br> When I perceive your lips againe<br>Recover those your eyes have slaine,<br>With kisses that (like balsome pure)<br>Deep wounds as soone as made doe cure,<br>Methinks tis sicknesse to be sound,<br>And there's no health to such a wound.<br>When in your bosome I behold<br>Two hills of snow yet never cold,<br>Which lovers, whom your beauty kills,<br>Revive by climing those your hills,<br>Methinks there's life in such a death<br>That gives a hope of sweeter breath:<br>Then since one death prevails not where<br>So many antidotes are nere,<br>And your bright eyes doe but in vaine<br>Kill those who live as fast as slaine;<br>That I no more such death survive<br>Your way's to bury me alive<br>In place unknown, and so that I<br>Being dead may live and living dye.</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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For in beholding you I dye.
Your fatall beauty Gorgon-like
Dead with astonishment doth strike.
Your piercing eyes that now I see
Are worse than Basilisks to me.
Shut from mine eyes those hills of snow,
Their m..."></div>
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