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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love's Diet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">TO what a cumbersome unwieldiness<br>And burdenous corpulence my love had grown,<br> But that I did, to make it less,<br> And keep it in proportion,<br>Give it a diet, made it feed upon<br>That which love worst endures, discretion</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Above one sigh a day I allow'd him not,<br>Of which my fortune, and my faults had part;<br> And if sometimes by stealth he got<br> A she sigh from my mistress' heart,<br>And thought to feast upon that, I let him see<br>'Twas neither very sound, nor meant to me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If he wrung from me a tear, I brined it so<br>With scorn and shame, that him it nourish'd not;<br> If he suck'd hers, I let him know<br> 'Twas not a tear which he had got;<br>His drink was counterfeit, as was his meat;<br>For eyes, which roll towards all, weep not, but sweat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Whatever he would dictate I writ that,<br>But burnt her letters when she writ to me;<br> And if that favour made him fat,<br> I said, "If any title be<br>Convey'd by this, ah! what doth it avail,<br>To be the fortieth name in an entail?"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=37283" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus I reclaim'd my buzzard love, to fly<br>At what, and when, and how, and where I choose.<br> Now negligent of sports I lie,<br> And now, as other falconers use,<br>I spring a mistress, swear, write, sigh, and weep;<br>And the game kill'd, or lost, go talk or sleep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a></strong></div>

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