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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Gentlewoman For A Friend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No marvell if the Sunne's bright eye<br>Shower downe hott flames; that qualitie<br>Still waytes on light; but when wee see<br>Those sparkling balles of ebony<br>Distil such heat, the gazer straight<br>Stands so amazed at the sight<br>As when the lightning makes a breach<br>Through pitchie clouds: can lightning reach<br>The marrowe hurting not the skynne?<br>Your eyes to me the same have byn;<br>Can jett invite the loving strawe<br>With secrett fire? so those can draw,<br>And can, where ere they glance a dart,<br>Make stubble of the strongest hart.<br>Oft when I looke I may descry<br>A little face peep through your eye;<br>Sure 'tis the boy, who wisely chose<br>His throne among such rayes as those,<br>Which, if his quiver chance to fail,<br>May serve for darts to kill withal:<br>If to such powerful shafts I yeild,<br>If with so many wounds I bleed,<br>Think me noe coward, though I lye<br>Thus prostrate with your charming eye:<br>Did I say but your eye? I sweare<br>Death's in your beauty everywhere.<br>Your waxen hands when I recall,<br>Your lily breasts, their melting vale,<br>Your damaske cheeks, your lilly skynne,<br>Your corral lipp and dainty chynne,<br>Your shining locks and amber breath,<br>All pleasing instruments of death,<br>Your eye may spare itselfe: mine owne<br>When all your parts are duly knowne<br>From any part may fetch a dart<br>To wound itselfe. Kill not my hart,<br>By saying that I will dispise<br>The parentage from which you rise:<br>I know it well, and likewise knowe<br>That I my myselfe my breath doe owe<br>To Woolsey's roofe, and can it bee<br>I should disdayne your pedigree?<br>Or is your Sire a butcher found?<br>The fitter you to make a wound;<br>Wound mee againe and more and more,<br>So you againe will mee restore,<br>But if resemblance tell the father<br>I think hee was an Angell rather.</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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Shower downe hott flames; that qualitie
Still waytes on light; but when wee see
Those sparkling balles of ebony
Distil such heat, the gazer straight
Stands so amazed at the sight
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