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
[20 thy _1635-69:_ my _1633_ (thy _in some copies_)]
[22 I, live, _Ed:_ I live _1633-69_
Stage, _1635-69_, _B_, _Cy_, _H40_, _O'F:_ stay, _1633_, _JC:_
staye, _D_, _H49_
not] and _H40_]
[23-4
Lest thou thy love and hate and mee undoe
_To let mee live, Oh_ (of _in some copies_)
_love and hate mee too._
_1633_, _B_
Then lest thou thy love hate, and mee thou undoe
_O let me live, yet love and hate me too._
_1635-54_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_, _H49_, _JC_, _O'F_ (_MSS.
omitting first_ thou _and some with_ Oh _for_ yet)
Lest thou thy love, and hate, and me thou undo,
_O let me live, yet love and hate me too._
_1669_.]
_The Expiration._
So, so, breake off this last lamenting kisse,
Which sucks two soules, and vapors Both away,
Turne thou ghost that way, and let mee turne this,
And let our selves benight our happiest day,
We ask'd none leave to love; nor will we owe 5
Any, so cheape a death, as saying, Goe;
Goe; and if that word have not quite kil'd thee,
Ease mee with death, by bidding mee goe too.
Oh, if it have, let my word worke on mee,
And a just office on a murderer doe. 10
Except it be too late, to kill me so,
Being double dead, going, and bidding, goe.
[The Expiration. _1633-69:_ An Expiration. _A18_, _N_, _TCC_,
_TCD:_ Valediction. _B:_ Valedictio. _O'F:_ Valedictio Amoris.
_S:_ Valedico. _P:_ _no title_, _A25_, _C_, _JC_]
[1 So, so,] So, go _1669_]
[5 ask'd _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _C_ _JC_, _N_, _O'F_, _S96_, _TC:_
aske _1633-69_, _P_, _S_]
[9 Oh, _1633_, _A18_, _A25_, _JC_, _N_, _TC:_ Or, _1635-69_,
_B_, _O'F_, _S_, _S96_]
_The Computation._
For the first twenty yeares, since yesterday,
I scarce beleev'd, thou could'st be gone away,
For forty more, I fed on favours past,
And forty'on hopes, that thou would'st, they might last.
Teares drown'd one hundred, and sighes blew out two, 5
A thousand, I did neither thinke, nor doe,
Or not divide, all being one thought of you;
Or in a thousand more, forgot that too.
Yet call not this long life; But thinke that I
Am, by being dead, Immortall; Can ghosts die? 10
[The Computation. _1633-69_, _A18_, _N_, _TCC_, _TCD:_ _no
title_, _B_, _O'F_, _S_]
[1 For _1633-54:_ From _1669_
the _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _TC:_ my _1635-69_, _B_, _O'F_, _S_,
_Chambers_]
[3 For] And _1669_]
[6 One thousand I did think nothing nor doe, _S_, _O'F_
(nothing think) doe, _1635-69:_ doe. _1633_]
[7 divide, _1633_, _1669:_ deem'd, _1635-54_, _O'F_]
[8 a] one _O'F_, _S:_ _line dropped_ _A18_, _N_, _TC_
forgot] forget _1669_, _A18_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _TC_]
_The Paradox._
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