The Message (by John Donne)

John Donne, 1572-1631
The Message
Send home my long stray'd eyes to me,
Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee;
Yet since there they have learn'd such ill,
Such forced fashions,
And false passions,
That they be
Made by thee
Fit for no good sight, keep them still.
Send home my harmless heart again,
Which no unworthy thought could stain;
Which if it be taught by thine
To make jestings
Of protestings,
And break both
Word and oath,
Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine.
Yet send me back my heart and eyes,
That I may know, and see thy lies,
And may laugh and joy, when thou
Art in anguish
And dost languish
For some one
That will none,
Or prove as false as thou art now.





I feel this one... in the vernacular.." love bites."..
or can...
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Thanks, Chris!
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Thanks, Charles!
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Thanks Chris and John...
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Thank you, Elena!
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Thank you Cris, John and Charles. ;)
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And a special thanks to CharlaxDonne and Jesus Crisis after all is said and Donne!
;) ;) ;)
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