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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To This Moment a Rebel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To this moment a rebel I throw down my arms,<br>Great Love, at first sight of Olinda's bright charms.<br>Make proud and secure by such forces as these,<br>You may now play the tyrant as soon as you please.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When Innocence, Beauty, and Wit do conspire<br>To betray, and engage, and inflame my Desire,<br>Why should I decline what I cannot avoid?<br>And let pleasing Hope by base Fear be destroyed?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her innocence cannot contrive to undo me,<br>Her beauty's inclined, or why should it pursue me?<br>And Wit has to Pleasure been ever a friend,<br>Then what room for Despair, since Delight is Love's end?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There can be no danger in sweetness and youth,<br>Where Love is secured by good nature and truth;<br>On her beauty I'll gaze and of pleasure complain<br>While every kind look adds a link to my chain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Tis more to maintain than it was to surprise,<br>But her Wit leads in triumpth the slave of her eyes;<br>I beheld, with the loss of my freedom before,<br>But hearing, forever must serve and adore.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=448966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Too bright is my Goddess, her temple too weak:<br>Retire, divine image! I feel my heart break.<br>Help, Love! I dissolve in a rapture of charms<br>At the thought of those joys I should meet in her arms.</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>

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