John Donne on Anniversary
1572–1631 England
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Who ever loves, if he do not propose
The right true end of love, he's one that goes
To sea for nothing but to make him sick.
Poems (1633)
But he who loveliness within
Hath found, all outward loathes,
For he who color loves, and skin,
Loves but their oldest clothes.
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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.
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Whilst my physicians by their love are grown
Cosmographers, and their map, who lie
Flat on this bed.
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again
Years and years unto years, till we attain
To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.
Poems (1633)