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John Donne (1572–1631).  The Poems of John Donne.  1896.
Letters to Several Personages
To M[r]. T. W.
HASTE thee, harsh verse, as fast as thy lame measure
Will give thee leave, to him—my pain and pleasure.
I’ve given thee, and yet thou art too weak,
Feet, and a reasoning soul, and tongue to speak.
Tell him all questions, which men have defended,        5
Both of the place and pains of hell, are ended;
And ’tis decreed, our hell is but privation
Of him, at least in this earth’s habitation.
And ’tis where I am, where in every street
Infections follow, overtake, and meet.        10
Live I or die, by you my love is sent;
And you’re 1 my pawns, or else my testament.
Note 1. l. 12. 1635, You are [back]

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