Satire III (John Donne Poems)
Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids; I must not laugh, nor weep ...
Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids; I must not laugh, nor weep ...
Whoever loves, if he do not proposeThe right true end of love, he's one that goesTo sea for nothing but ...
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but ...
LOVE, any devil else but youWould for a given soul give something too.At court your fellows every dayGive th' art ...
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the ...
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appointMy pilgrimages last mile; and my raceIdly, yet quickly run, hath this ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
As due by many titles I resign My self to Thee, O God; first I was made By Thee, and ...
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, ...
Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea ...
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, ...
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or ...
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