John Donne - Love's Exchange

John Donne - Love's Exchange

LOVE, any devil else but you br Would for a given soul give something too. br At court your fellows every day br Give th' art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play, br For them which were their own before ; br Only I have nothing, which gave more, br But am, alas ! by being lowly, lower. br br I ask no dispensation now, br To falsify a tear, or sigh, or vow ; br I do not sue from thee to draw br A non obstante on nature's law ; br These are prerogatives, they inhere br In thee and thine ; none should forswear br Except that he Love's minion were. br br Give me thy weakness, make me blind, br Both ways, as thou and thine, in eyes and mind ; br Love, let me never know that this br Is love, or, that love childish is ; br Let me not know that others know br That she knows my paines, lest that so br A tender shame make me mine own new woe. br br If thou give nothing, yet thou 'rt just, br Because I would not thy first motions trust ; br Small towns which stand stiff, till great shot br Enforce them, by war's law condition not ; br Such in Love's warfare is my case ; br I may not article for grace, br Having put Love at last to show this face. br br This face, by which he could command br And change th' idolatry of any land, br This face, which, wheresoe'er it comes, br Can call vow'd men from cloisters, dead from tombs, br And melt both poles at once, and store br Deserts with cities, and make more br Mines in the earth, than quarries were before. br br For this Love is enraged with me, br Yet kills not ; if I must example be br To future rebels, if th' unborn br Must learn by my being cut up and torn, br Kill, and dissect me, Love ; for this br Torture against thine own end is ; br Rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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