| John Donne (1572–1631). The Poems of John Donne. 1896. | | | | Songs and Sonnets | | The Computation |
| | | FOR 1 my first twenty years, since yesterday, | |
| I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away; | |
| For 2 forty more I fed on favours past, | |
| And forty on hopes, that thou wouldst they might last; | |
| Tears drown’d one hundred, and sighs blew out two; | 5 |
| A thousand, I did neither think, nor do, | |
| Or not divide, 3 all being one thought of you; | |
| Or in a thousand more, forgot 4 that too. | |
| Yet call not this long life; but think that I | |
| Am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die? | 10 |
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