John Donne Selected Poems-8

LOVES DIET.

TO 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 upon

That which love worst endures, discretion

Above one sigh a day I allowd him not,

Of which my fortune, and my faults had part ;

And if sometimes by stealth he got

A she sigh from my mistress heart,

And thought to feast upon that, I let him see

Twas her very sound, nor meant to me.

If he wrung from me a tear, I bri so

With s and shame, that him it nourishd not ;

If he suckd hers, I let him know

Twas not a tear which he had got ;

His drink was terfeit, as was his meat ;

For eyes, which roll towards all, weep not, but sweat.

Whatever he would dictate I writ that,

But burnt her letters when she writ to me ;

And if that favour made him fat,

I said, "If any title be

veyd by this, ah ! what doth it avail,

To be the fortieth name in aail?"

Thus I reclaimd my buzzard love, to fly

At what, and when, and how, and where I choose.

Now negligent of sports I lie,

And now, as other falers use,

I spring a mistress, swear, write, sigh, and weep ;

And the game killd, or lost, go talk or sleep.

THE WILL.

BEFORE I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,

Great Love, some legacies ; I here bequeath

Mine eyes tus, if mine eyes see ;

If they be blind, then, Love, I give them thee ;

My too Fame ; to ambassadors mine ears ;

To women, or the sea, my tears ;

Thou, Love, hast taught me heretofore

By making me serve her who had twenty more,

That I should give to none, but such as had too much before.

My stancy I to the plas give ;

My truth to them who at the court do live ;

My iy and openness,

To Jesuits ; to buffoons my pensiveness ;

My sileo any, who abroad hath been ;

My moo a Capu :

Thou, Love, taughtst me, by appointing me

To love there, where no love received be,

Only to give to such as have an incapacity.

My faith I give to Roman Catholics ;

All my good works unto the Schismatics

Of Amsterdam ; my best civility

And courtship to an Uy ;

My modesty I give to soldiers bare ;

My patie gamesters share :

Thou, Love, taughtst me, by making me

Love her that holds my love disparity,

Only to give to those that t my gifts indignity.

I give my reputation to those

Which were my friends ; mine industry to foes ;

To sen I bequeath my doubtfulness ;

My siess to physis, or excess ;

To nature all that I in rhyme have writ ;

And to my pany my wit :

Thou, Love, by making me adore

Her, who begot this love in me before,

Taughtst me to make, as though I gave, when I do but restore.

To him for whom the passing-bell olls,

I give my physic books ; my written rolls

Of moral sels I to Bedlam give ;

My brazen medals unto them which live

In want of bread ; to them which pass among

All fners, mine English tongue :

Though, Love, by making me love one

Who thinks her friendship a fit portion

For younger lovers, dost my gifts thus disproportion.

Therefore Ill give no more, but Ill undo

The world by dying, because love dies too.

Then all your beautie

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