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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Platonic Lady</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I could love thee till I die,<br>Would'st thou love me modestly,<br>And ne'er press, whilst I live,<br>For more than willingly I would give:<br>Which should sufficient be to prove<br>I'd understand the art of love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I hate the thing is called enjoyment:<br>Besides it is a dull employment,<br>It cuts off all that's life and fire<br>From that which may be termed desire;<br>Just like the bee whose sting is gone<br>Converts the owner to a drone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I love a youth will give me leave<br>His body in my arms to wreathe;<br>To press him gently, and to kiss;<br>To sigh, and look with eyes that wish<br>For what, if I could once obtain,<br>I would neglect with flat disdain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'd give him liberty to toy<br>And play with me, and count it joy.<br>Our freedom should be full complete,<br>And nothing wanting but the feat.<br>Let's practice, then, and we shall prove<br>These are the only sweets of love.</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=Lord+John+Wilmot">Lord John Wilmot</a></strong></div>