<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=546191" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballad XII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever blessed be the day, <br>Be the place and be the dwelling, <br>That hath ended my delay, <br>Shown the truth I shrank from telling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear friend, behold <br>My love is yours, a costlier gift than gold : <br>To Love be praise, that first the bond hath knit, <br>For I am filled with perfect joy from it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since I yielded to thy sway <br>When thy heart with grief was swelling, <br>Swiftly speeding as he may <br>Joy is come, my care dispelling : <br>Now am I bold </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To give thee love, that guerdons manifold <br>May heal thee from thy sorrow every whit, <br>For I am filled with perfect joy from it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So my soul, with God for stay, <br>The new blissful years foretelling, <br>Finds in thee, for whom I pray, <br>Grace and gladness all excelling. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I that of old </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gave thee but sorry cheer and comfort cold, <br>Am straightway turned to serve thee, as is fit, <br>For I am filled with perfect joy from it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I had told </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love, my heart was yours to have and hold : <br>To grief I yield not, nor to blame submit, <br>For I am filled with perfect joy from it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christine+de+Pizan">Christine de Pizan</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=546191" data-title="Ballad XII de Christine de Pizan" data-description="Ever blessed be the day, Be the place and be the dwelling, That hath ended my delay, Shown the truth I shrank from telling. Dear friend, behold My love is yours, a costlier gift than gold : To Love be praise, that first the bond hath knit, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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