| John Donne (1572–1631). The Poems of John Donne. 1896. | | | | Songs and Sonnets | | The Token |
| | | SEND me some tokens, that my hope may live | |
| Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; | |
| Send me some honey, to make sweet my hive, | |
| That in my passions I may hope the best. | |
| I beg nor ribbon wrought with thine own hands, | 5 |
| To knit our loves in the fantastic strain | |
| Of new-touch’d youth; nor ring to show the stands | |
| Of our affection, that, as that’s round and plain, | |
| So should our loves meet in simplicity; | |
| No, nor the corals, which thy wrist enfold, | 10 |
| Laced up together in congruity, | |
| To show our thoughts should rest in the same hold; | |
| No, nor thy picture, though most gracious, | |
| And most desired, ’cause ’tis like the best 1 | |
| Nor witty lines, which are most copious, | 15 |
| Within the writings which thou hast address’d. | |
| Send me nor this nor that, to increase my score, | |
| But swear thou think’st I love thee, and no more. | |
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