| John Donne (1572–1631). The Poems of John Donne. 1896. | | | | Letters to Several Personages | | To M[r]. T. W. |
| | | HASTE thee, harsh verse, as fast as thy lame measure | |
| Will give thee leave, to him—my pain and pleasure. | |
| I’ve given thee, and yet thou art too weak, | |
| Feet, and a reasoning soul, and tongue to speak. | |
| Tell him all questions, which men have defended, | 5 |
| Both of the place and pains of hell, are ended; | |
| And ’tis decreed, our hell is but privation | |
| Of him, at least in this earth’s habitation. | |
| And ’tis where I am, where in every street | |
| Infections follow, overtake, and meet. | 10 |
| Live I or die, by you my love is sent; | |
| And you’re 1 my pawns, or else my testament. | |
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