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John Donne (1572–1631).  The Poems of John Donne.  1896.
Songs and Sonnets
The Will
  BEFORE I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,
  Great Love, some legacies; I here bequeath
  Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see;
  If they be blind, then, Love, I give them thee;
  My tongue to Fame; to ambassadors mine ears;        5
      To women or the sea, my tears:
    Thou, Love, hast taught me heretofore
  By making me serve her who had twenty more,
That I should give to none, but such as had too much before.
  My constancy I to the planets give;        10
  My truth to them who at the court do live;
  Mine ingenuity and openness,
  To Jesuits; to buffoons my pensiveness;
  My silence to any, who abroad hath 1 been;
      My money to a Capuchin:        15
    Thou, Love, taught’st me, by appointing me
  To love there, where no love received can be,
Only to give to such as have an incapacity. 2
  My faith I give to Roman Catholics;
  All my good works unto the Schismatics        20
  Of Amsterdam; my best civility
  And courtship to an University;
  My modesty I give to soldiers bare;
      My patience let gamesters share:
    Thou, Love, taught’st me, by making me        25
  Love her that holds my love disparity,
Only to give to those that count my gifts indignity.
  I give my reputation to those
  Which were my friends; mine industry to foes;
  To schoolmen I bequeath my doubtfulness;        30
  My sickness to physicians, or excess;
  To nature all that I in rhyme have writ;
      And to my company my wit:
    Thou, Love, by making me adore
  Her, who begot this love in me before,        35
Taught’st me to make, as though I gave, when I do but 3 restore.
  To him for whom the passing-bell next tolls,
  I give my physic books; my written rolls
  Of moral counsels I to Bedlam give;
  My brazen medals unto them which live        40
  In want of bread; to them which pass among
      All foreigners, mine English tongue:
    Thou, Love, by making me love one
  Who thinks her friendship a fit portion
For younger lovers, dost my gifts thus disproportion.        45
  Therefore I’ll give no more, but I’ll undo
  The world by dying, because love dies too.
  Then all your beauties will be no more worth
  Than gold in mines, where none doth draw it forth;
  And all your graces no more use shall have,        50
      Than a sun-dial in a grave:
    Thou, Love, taught’st me by making me
  Love her who doth neglect both me and thee,
To invent, and practise this one way, to annihilate all 4 three.
Note 1. l. 14. 1669, have [back]
Note 2. l. 18. 1669, no good capacity [back]
Note 3. l. 36. So 1635; 1633, did but [back]
Note 4. l. 54. 1669, to annihilate thee [back]

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