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John Donne: Love's Deity
Love's DeityI long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born. I cannot think that he, who then loved most, Sunk so low as to love one which did…John Donne: Love's Diet
Love's DietTo what a cumbersome unwieldiness And burdenous corpulence my love had grown, But that I did, to make it less, And keep it in proportion, Give it a diet, made it feed…John Donne: Love's Exchange
Love's ExchangeLove, any devil else but you Would for a given soul give something too. At court your fellows every day Give th' art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play, For them which were…John Donne: Love's Growth
Love's GrowthI scarce believe my love to be so pure As I had thought it was, Because it doth endure Vicissitude, and season, as the grass;…John Donne: Love's Usury
Love's UsuryFor every hour that thou wilt spare me now, I will allow, Usurious god of love, twenty to thee, When with my brown my gray hairs equal be. Till then, Love, let…John Donne: The Message
The MessageSend home my long stray'd eyes to me, Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee; Yet since there they have learn'd such ill, Such forced fashions, And false…John Donne: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
A Valediction Forbidding MourningAs virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, “Now his breath goes,” and some say…John Donne: A Valediction of My Name, in the Window
A Valediction of My Name, in the WindowI My name engraved herein Doth contribute my firmness to this glass, Which ever since that charm hath been As hard, as that which…John Donne: Negative Love
Negative LoveI never stoop'd so low, as they Which on an eye, cheek, lip, can prey; Seldom to them which soar no higher Than virtue, or the mind to admire. For sense and…John Donne: A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day
A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now his…