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John Donne: Community
CommunityGood we must love, and must hate ill, For ill is ill, and good good still; But there are things indifferent, Which wee may neither hate, nor love, But one, and then another…John Donne: The Computation
The ComputationFor my first twenty years, since yesterday, I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away; For forty more I fed on favours past, And forty on hopes that thou wouldst…John Donne: The Curse
The CurseWhoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows Who is my mistress, wither by this curse; Him, only for his purse May some dull whore to…John Donne: The Damp
The DampWhen I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey each part, When they shall find your picture in my heart…John Donne: The Dissolution
The Dissolution She's dead; and all which die To their first elements resolve; And we were mutual elements to us, And made of one another. My body then doth…John Donne: The Dream
The DreamDear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy. Therefore thou waked'st me…John Donne: The Ecstacy
The EcstacyWhere, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we two, one another's best. Our hands were firmly cemented By…John Donne: The Expiration
The ExpirationSo, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away; Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this, And let ourselves benight…John Donne: A Fever
A FeverO! do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not celebrate, When I remember thou wast one. But yet thou canst not die, I know;…John Donne: The Flea
The FleaMark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be. Thou know'st that…