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Elegies
On his Mistris

by John Donne

By our first strange and fatall interview 
By all desires which thereof did ensue, 
By our long starving hopes, by that remorse 
Which my words masculine perswasive force 
Begot in thee, and by the memory 
Of hurts, which spies and rivals threatned me, 
I calmely beg. But by thy fathers wrath, 
By all paines, which want and divorcement hath, 
I conjure thee, and all the oathes which I 
And thou have sworne to seale joynt constancy, 
Here I unsweare, and overswear them thus, 
Thou shalt not love by wayes so dangerous. 
Temper,  faire Love, loves impetuous rage, 
Be my true Mistris still, not my faign'd Page; 
I'll goe, and, by thy kinde leave, leave behinde 
Thee, onely worthy to nurse in my minde, 
Thirst to come backe;  if thou die before, 
My soule from other lands to thee shall soare, 
Thy (else Almighty) beautie cannot move 
Rage from the Seas, nor thy love teach them love, 
Nor tame wilde Boreas harshnesse; Thou hast reade 
How roughly hee in peeces shivered 
Faire Orithea, whom he swore he lov'd. 
Fall ill or good, 'tis madnesse to have prov'd 
Dangers unurg'd; Feed on this flattery, 
That absent Lovers one in th'other be. 
Dissemble nothing, not a boy, nor change 
Thy bodies habite, nor minde, bee not strange 
To thy selfe onely. All will spie in thy face 
A blushing womanly discovering grace 
Richly cloath'd Apes, are call'd Apes, and as soone 
Ecclips'd as bright we call the Moone the Moone, 
Men of France, changeable Camelions, 
Spittles of diseases, shops of fashions, 
Loves fuellers, and the rightest company 
Of Players, which upon the worlds stage be, 
Will quickly know thee, and no lesse, alas! 
Th'indifferent Italian, as we passe 
His warme land, well content to thinke thee Page 
Will hunt thee with such lust, and hideous rage, 
As Lots faire guests were vext. But none of these 
Nor spungy hydroptique Dutch shall thee displease, 
If thou stay here. O stay here, for, for thee 
England is onely a worthy Gallerie, 
To walke in expectation, till from thence 
Our greatest King call thee to his presence, 
When I am gone, dreame me some happinesse, 
Nor let thy lookes our long hid love confesse, 
Nor praise, nor dispraise me, nor blesse nor curse 
Openly loves force, nor in bed fright thy Nurse 
With midnights startings, crying out, oh, oh 
Nurse,  my love is slaine, I saw him goe 
O'r the white Alpes alone; I saw him I, 
Assail'd, fight, taken, stabb'd, bleed, fall, and die. 
Augure me better chance, except dread Iove 
Thinke it enough for me to'have had thy love.
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