<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37011" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Fever</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O ! DO not die, for I shall hate<br> All women so, when thou art gone,<br>That thee I shall not celebrate,<br> When I remember thou wast one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But yet thou canst not die, I know;<br> To leave this world behind, is death;<br>But when thou from this world wilt go,<br> The whole world vapours with thy breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or if, when thou, the world's soul, go'st,<br> It stay, 'tis but thy carcase then;<br>The fairest woman, but thy ghost,<br> But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O wrangling schools, that search what fire<br> Shall burn this world, had none the wit<br>Unto this knowledge to aspire,<br> That this her feaver might be it?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet she cannot waste by this,<br> Nor long bear this torturing wrong,<br>For more corruption needful is,<br> To fuel such a fever long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These burning fits but meteors be,<br> Whose matter in thee is soon spent;<br>Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,<br> Are unchangeable firmament.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet 'twas of my mind, seizing thee,<br> Though it in thee cannot perséver;<br>For I had rather owner be<br> Of thee one hour, than all else ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37011" data-title="A Fever de John Donne" data-description="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,/..."></div> </div> </div>

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