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John Donne (1572–1631).  The Poems of John Donne.  1896.
 
Elegies
XVII. Elegy on his Mistress
 
BY our first strange and fatal interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue,
By our long starving 1 hopes, by that remorse
Which my words masculine persuasive force
Begot in thee, and by the memory        5
Of hurts, which spies and rivals threaten’d me,
I calmly beg. But by thy father’s wrath,
By all pains, which want and divorcement hath,
I conjure thee, and all the oaths which I
And thou have sworn to seal joint constancy,        10
Here I unswear, 2 and overswear them thus;
Thou shall not love by ways 3 so dangerous.
Temper, O fair love, love’s impetuous rage;
Be my true mistress still, not my feign’d 4 page.
I’ll go, and, by thy kind leave, leave behind        15
Thee, only worthy to nurse in my mind
Thirst to come back; O! if thou die before,
My soul from other lands to thee shall soar.
Thy else almighty beauty cannot move
Rage from the seas, nor thy love teach them love,        20
Nor tame wild Boreas’ harshness; thou hast read
How roughly he in pieces shivered
Fair 5 Orithea, whom he swore he loved.
Fall ill or good, ’tis madness to have proved
Dangers unurged; feed on this flattery,        25
That absent lovers one in th’ other be.
Dissemble nothing, not a boy, nor change
Thy body’s habit, nor mind; be not strange
To thyself only. All will spy in thy face
A blushing womanly discovering grace.        30
Richly clothed apes are call’d apes, and as soon
Eclipsed as bright, we call the moon the moon.
Men of France, changeable chameleons,
Spitals of diseases, shops of fashions,
Love’s 6 fuellers, and the rightest company        35
Of players, which upon the world’s stage be,
Will quickly know thee, and no less, alas! 7
Th’ indifferent Italian, as we pass
His warm land, well content to think thee page,
Will hunt thee with such lust, and hideous rage,        40
As Lot’s fair guests were vex’d. But none of these,
Nor spongy hydroptic Dutch shall thee displease,
If thou stay here. O stay here, for for thee
England is only a worthy gallery,
To walk in expectation, till from thence        45
Our greatest king call thee to his presence.
When I am gone, dream me some happiness;
Nor let thy looks our long-hid love confess;
Nor praise, nor dispraise me, nor bless nor curse
Openly love’s force, nor in bed fright thy nurse        50
With midnight’s starlings, crying out, O! O!
Nurse, O! my love is slain; I saw him go
O’er the white Alps alone; I saw him, I,
Assail’d, fight, taken, stabb’d, bleed, fall, and die.
Augur me better chance, except dread Jove        55
Think it enough for me to have had thy love.
 
Note 1. l. 3. 1669, striving [back]
Note 2. l. 11. 1669, I here unswear [back]
Note 3. l. 12. 1669, by means [back]
Note 4. l. 14. 1669, my true mistress, not my feignèd [back]
Note 5. l. 23. 1669, The fair [back]
Note 6. l. 35. 1669, Lives [back]
Note 7. l. 37. 1669, Will too too quickly know thee, and alas! [back]
 
 
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