Fill'd with her love, may I be rather grown
Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.
John Donne on Wedding
1572–1631 England
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To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
All is the purlieu of the god of love.
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If in his study he hath so much care
To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
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Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
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Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
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Just such disparity
As is ’twixt air and angels’ purity,
’Twixt women’s love, and men’s will ever be.
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He which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.
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Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love’s philosophy.
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Now thou hast loved me one whole day,
To-morrow when thou leavest, what wilt thou say?
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Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
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If yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all.
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I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,
Who died before the god of love was born.
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And dare love that, and say so too,
And forget the He and She.
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The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I
Abjure my so much loved variety.
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I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry.
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Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: John Donne (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.