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John Donne Selected Poems-6
    LEt me pour forth

    My tears before t I stay here,

    For tamp they bear,

    And by tage th.

    For they be

    Pregnant of thee ;

    Fruits of muchey are, emblems of more ;

    ear falls, t t w bore ;

    So then, when on a divers shore.

    On a round ball

    A  h copies by, can lay

    An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,

    And quickly make t, whing, all.

    So dotear,

    h wear,

    A globe, yea  impression grow,

    till tears mixd h mine do overflow

    ters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.

    O ! more than moon,

    Dra up seas to drohy sphere ;

    eep me not dead, in t forbear

    to teac it may do too soon ;

    Let not the wind

    Example find

    to do me more  purposeth :

    Since th,

    is cruellest, and es th.

    Some t han I,

    Say, wric h lie.

    I , and told,

    But s, tell, till I were old,

    I s find t ery.

    O ! tis imposture all ;

    And as no c t,

    But glorifies  pot,

    If by to him befall

    Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,

    So, lovers dream a ric,

    But get a er-seeming summers night.

    Our ease, our t, our honour, and our day,

    Shis vain bubbles shadow pay?

    Ends love in t my man

    Can be as happy as I can, if he can

    Endure t scorn of a bridegrooms play?

    t loving c swears,

    tis not t the minds,

    hich he in her angelic finds,

    ould sly, t he
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