To Sir Henry Wotton (John Donne Poems)
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but ...
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but ...
LIKE one who in her third widowhood doth professHerself a nun, tied to retiredness,So affects my Muse, now, a chaste ...
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the ...
HERE'S no more news than virtue ; I may as wellTell you Calais, or Saint Michael's tales, as tellThat vice ...
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or ...
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