some man； his art and voice to show； doth set and sing my pain ； and； by delighting many； frees again grief； which verse did restrain。 to love and grief tribute of verse belongs； but not of such as pleases when tis read。 both are increasèd by such songs； for both their triumphs so are published； and i； which was two fools； do so grow three。 who are a little wise； the best fools be。 lovers infiniteness。 if yet i have not all thy love； dear； i shall never have it all ； i cannot breathe one other sigh； to move； nor can intreat one other tear to fall ； and all my treasure； which should purchase thee； sighs； tears； and oaths； and letters i have spent ； yet no more can be due to me； than at the bargain made was meant。 if then thy gift of love were partial； that some to me； some should to others fall； dear； i shall never have thee all。 or if then thou gavest me all； all was but all； which thou hadst then ； but if in thy heart since there be or shall new love created be by other men； which have their stocks entire； and can in tears； in sighs； in oaths； and letters； outbid me； this new love may beget new fears； for this love was not vowd by thee。 and yet it was； thy gift being general ； the ground； thy heart； is mine ； what ever shall grow there； dear； i should have it all。 yet i would not have all yet。 he that hath all can have no more ； and since my love doth every day admit new growth； thou shouldst have new rewards in store ； thou canst not every day give me thy heart； if thou canst give it； then thou never gavest it ； loves riddles are； that though thy heart depart； it stays at home； and thou with losing savest it ； but we will have a way more liberal； than changing hearts； to join them ； so we shall be one； and one anothers all。 song。 sweetest love； i do not go； for weariness of thee； nor in hope the world can show a fitter love for me ； but since that i at the last must part； tis best； thus to use myself in jest by feigned deaths to die。 yesternight the sun went hence； and yet is here to…day ； he hath no desire nor sense； nor half so short a way ； then fear not me； but believe that i shall make speedier journeys； since i take more wings and spurs than he。 o how feeble is mans power； that if good fortune fall； cannot add another hour； nor a lost hour recall ； but e bad chance； and we join to it our strength； and we teach it art and length； itself oer us to advance。 when thou sighst； thou sighst not wind； but sighst my soul away ； when thou weepst； unkindly kind； my lifes blood doth decay。 it cannot be that thou lovest me as thou sayst； if in thine my life thou waste； that art the best of me。 let not thy divining heart forethink me any ill ； destiny may take thy part； and may thy fears fulfil。 but think that we are but turnd aside to sleep。 they who one another keep alive； neer parted be。 the legacy。 when last i died； and； dear； i die as often as from thee i go； though it be but an hour ago —and lovers hours be full eternity— i can remember yet； that i something did say； and something did bestow ； though i be dead； which sent me； i might be mine own executor； and legacy。 i heard me say； 〃tell her anon； that myself；〃 that is you； not i； 〃 did kill me；〃 and when i felt me die； i bid me send my heart； when i was gone ； but i alas ！ could there find none ； when i had rippd； and searchd where hearts should lie； it killd me again； that i who still was true in life； in my last will should cozen you。 yet i found something like a heart； but colours it； and corners had ； it was not good； it was not bad； it was entire to none； and few had part ； as good as could be made by art it seemd； and therefore for our loss be sad。 i meant to send that heart instead of mine； but o ！ no man could hold it； for twas thine。 John Donne Selected Poems…4 ： a fever。 o ！ 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 ； to leave this world behind； is death ； but when thou from this world wilt go； the whole world vapours with thy breath。 or if； when thou； the worlds soul； gost； it stay； tis but thy carcase then ； the fairest woman； but thy ghost； but corrupt worms； the worthiest men。 o wrangling schools； that search what fire shall burn this world； had none the wit unto this knowledge to aspire； that this her feaver might be it？ and yet she cannot waste by this； nor long bear this torturing wrong； for more corruption needful is； to fuel such a fever long。 these burning fits but meteors be； whose matter in thee is soon spent ； thy beauty； and all parts； which are thee； are unchangeable firmament。 yet twas of my mind； seizing thee； though it in thee cannot perséver ； for i had rather owner be of thee one hour； than all else ever。 air and angels。 twice or thrice had i loved thee； before i knew thy face or name ； so in a voice； so in a shapeless flame angels affect us oft； and worshippd be。 still when； to where thou wert； i came； some lovely glorious nothing did i see。 but since my soul； whose child love is； takes limbs of flesh； and else could nothing do； more subtle than the parent is love must not be； but take a body too ； and therefore what thou wert； and who； i bid love ask； and now that it assume thy body； i allow； and fix itself in thy lip； eye； and brow。 whilst thus to ballast love i thought； and so more steadily to have gone； with wares which would sink admiration； i saw i had loves pinnace overfraught ； thy every hair for love to work upon is much too much ； some fitter must be sought ； for； nor in nothing； nor in things extreme； and scattering bright； can love inhere ； then as an angel face and wings of air； not pure as it； yet pure d