John Donne Selected Poems-3
FOR every t spare me now,
I will allow,
Usurious god of love, ty to thee,
h my brown my gray hairs equal be.
till t my body range, and let
Me travel, sojourn, snatc, ,
Resume my last years relict ; t yet
ed never met.
Let me tter mine,
And at next nine
Keep midnigake by the way
tell t delay ;
Only let me love none ; no, not t
From country grass to confitures of court,
Or citys quelque-c not report
My mind transport.
this bargains good ; if when Im old, I be
Inflamed by thee,
If thine own honour, or my shame and pain,
t most, at t age t gain.
Do t and degree
And fruit of love, Love, I submit to thee.
Spare me till t, though she be
One t love me.
FOR Gods sake ongue, and let me love ;
Or c ;
My five gray une flout ;
itate, your mind s improve ;
take you a course, get you a place,
Observe his honour, or his Grace ;
Or tampd face
Contemplate ; w you will, approve,
So you me love.
Alas ! alas ! whos injured by my love?
mercs ships have my sighs drownd?
ears have overflowd his ground?
hen did my colds a forward spring remove?
s which my veins fill
Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find still
Litigious men, which quarrels move,
though she and I do love.
Calls w you will, we are m