Poems, by J.D. VVith elegies on the authors death

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Poems, by J.D. VVith elegies on the authors death
Author
Donne, John, 1572-1631.
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London :: Printed by M[iles] F[lesher] for Iohn Marriot, and are to be sold at his shop in St Dunstans Church-yard in Fleet-street,
1633.
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"Poems, by J.D. VVith elegies on the authors death." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A69225.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 17, 2024.

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A Ieat King sent

THou art not so black, as my heart, Nor halfe so brittle, as her heart, thou art; What would'st thou say? shall both our properties by thee bee spoke, Nothing more endlesse, nothing sooner broke?
Marriage rings are not of this stuffe; Oh, why should ought lesse precious, or lesse tough Figure our loves? Except in thy name thou have bid it say I'am cheap, & nought but fashion, fling me'away.

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Yet stay with mee since thou art come, Circle this fingers top, which did'st her thombe. Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me, She that, Oh, broke her faith, would soon breake thee.
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