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 ...
Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hatePerfectly all this towne, yet there's one stateIn all ill things ...
Her of your name, whose fair inheritanceBethina was, and jointure Magdalo:An active faith so highly did advance,That she once knew, ...
TO have written then, when you writ, seem'd to meWorst of spiritual vices, simony ;And not to have written then ...
COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I oweAre paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere ...
HERE'S no more news than virtue ; I may as wellTell you Calais, or Saint Michael's tales, as tellThat vice ...
Good we must love, and must hate ill,For ill is ill, and good good still ; But there are things indifferent,Which ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
Although thy hand and faith, and good works too, Have sealed thy love which nothing should undo, Yea though thou ...
Take heed of loving me; At least remember I forbade it thee; Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste ...
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot ...
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