If thine own honour, or my shame and pain, This bargain's good if when I'm old, I be Only let me love none no, not the sportįrom country grass to confitures of court,
The maid, and tell the lady of that delay Keep midnight's promise mistake by the way Resume my last year's relict think that yet Me travel, sojourn, snatch, plot, have, forget, Till then, Love, let my body range, and let When with my brown my gray hairs equal be. You shall be true to them who're false to you.' "į OR every hour that thou wilt spare me now, Which think to stablish dangerous constancy.īut I have told them, 'Since you will be true, She went, examined, and return'd ere long, She heard not this till now and that it should be so no more. Grow your fix'd subject, because you are true ?Īnd by love's sweetest part, variety, she swore, Or doth a fear that men are true torment you ? Or have you all old vices spent, and now would find out others ? Will it not serve your turn to do as did your mothers ? I can love her, and her, and you, and you Her whom the country form'd, and whom the town Īnd her who is dry cork, and never cries. Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere To warm the world, that's done in warming us. Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be Whether both th' Indias of spice and mineīe where thou left'st them, or lie here with me.Īsk for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,Īnd thou shalt hear, "All here in one bed lay." I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,īut that I would not lose her sight so long. Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride, Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run ?
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ? Vain lunatic, against these 'scapes I could Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear ?īind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose ?įor having purposed change and falsehood, youĬan have no way but falsehood to be true ? We are not just those persons which we were ? Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow ? To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say ? Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die. Without sharp north, without declining west ? My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,Īnd true plain hearts do in the faces rest Let us possess one world each hath one, and is one. Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone Which watch not one another out of fear įor love all love of other sights controls, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. 'Twas so but this, all pleasures fancies be Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ? Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.ĭid, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?īut suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me, Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thouįind'st not thyself nor me the weaker now. Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,Īnd cloister'd in these living walls of jet.Īnd sacrilege, three sins in killing three.Įxcept in that drop which it suck'd from thee? Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is. Where we almost, yea, more than married are. How little that which thou deniest me is Īnd in this flea our two bloods mingled be.Ī sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead Īnd pamper'd swells with one blood made of two Īnd this, alas ! is more than we would do. For corrections, comments, and queries, please email the publisher. This e-text may not be reproduced or published in any form without express written consent from the copyright holder. Unique site content is copyright ©2000 Anniina Jokinen. It is not represented by the publisher as a scholarly edition in the peer-reviewed sense. This edition is made available to the public for nonprofit purposes only. "Songs and Sonnets." Poems of John Donne. Chambers' text is based on the 1633, 1635, 16 editions of Donne's Poems the current editor has omitted the variorum and notes, for which the reader is encouraged to see the source text, or any of the excellent modern works on the subject.ĭonne, John. The unaltered text is from The Muses' Library edition, edited by E. This HTML e-text of John Donne's "Songs and Sonnets" was created in January 2000 by Anniina Jokinen of Luminarium.
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