The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous ManuscriptsDonne, John
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The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts
Donne, John
English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
If they were good it would be seene,
Good is as visible as greene,
And to all eyes it selfe betrayes: 15
If they were bad, they could not last,
Bad doth it selfe, and others wast,
So, they deserve nor blame, nor praise.
But they are ours as fruits are ours,
He that but tasts, he that devours, 20
And he that leaves all, doth as well:
Chang'd loves are but chang'd sorts of meat,
And when hee hath the kernell eate,
Who doth not fling away the shell?
[Communitie. _1635-69:_ _no title_, _1633_, _A18_, _B_, _Cy_,
_D_, _H40_, _H49_, _JC_, _L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_,
_S96_, _TCC_, _TCD_]
[3 there _1635-69_, _A18_, _B_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _TC_, _&c.:_
these _1633_, _D_, _Cy_, _H49_, _Lec_]
[7 had _Ed:_ had, _1633-39_]
[12 All, all _1633-54:_ All men _1669_]
[15 betrayes: _1650-69:_ betrayes, _1633-39_]
[21 well: _Ed:_ well, _1633-69_]
_Loves growth._
I scarce beleeve my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grasse;
Me thinkes I lyed all winter, when I swore, 5
My love was infinite, if spring make'it more.
But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
With more, not onely bee no quintessence,
But mixt of all stuffes, paining soule, or sense,
And of the Sunne his working vigour borrow, 10
Love's not so pure, and abstract, as they use
To say, which have no Mistresse but their Muse,
But as all else, being elemented too,
Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.
And yet no greater, but more eminent, 15
Love by the spring is growne;
As, in the firmament,
Starres by the Sunne are not inlarg'd, but showne.
Gentle love deeds, as blossomes on a bough,
From loves awakened root do bud out now. 20
If, as in water stir'd more circles bee
Produc'd by one, love such additions take,
Those like so many spheares, but one heaven make,
For, they are all concentrique unto thee.
And though each spring doe adde to love new heate, 25
As princes doe in times of action get
New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
No winter shall abate the springs encrease.
[Loves growth. _1633-69_, _A18_, _N_, _TCC_, _TCD:_ The
Spring. _or_ Spring. _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _P_,
_S_, _S96:_ _no title_, _JC_]
[9 paining _1633_, _A18_, _B_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _N_,
_S96_, _TC:_ vexing _1635-69_, _Cy_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_]
[10 working _1633 and MSS. as above:_ active _1635-69 and MSS.
as above_]
[11 pure, and] pure an _1669_, _O'F_]
[14 do.] do _1633_]
[18-19 Starres ... showne. Gentle love _Ed:_ Starres ...
showne, Gentle love _1633-69:_
Stars are not by the sunne enlarg'd; but showne
Greater; Loves deeds
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