<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Valediction: Of Weeping</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me pour forth<br>My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,<br>For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,<br>And by this mintage they are something worth.<br> For thus they be<br> Pregnant of thee;<br>Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more;<br>When a tear falls, that thou fall'st which it bore;<br>So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On a round ball<br>A workman, that hath copies by, can lay<br>An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,<br>And quickly make that, which was nothing, all.<br> So doth each tear,<br> Which thee doth wear,<br>A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,<br>Till thy tears mix'd with mine do overflow<br>This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O ! more than moon,<br>Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere;<br>Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear<br>To teach the sea, what it may do too soon;<br> Let not the wind<br> Example find<br>To do me more harm than it purposeth:<br>Since thou and I sigh one another's breath,<br>Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death.</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=37018" data-title="A Valediction: Of Weeping de John Donne" data-description="Let me pour forth/My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,/For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,/And by this mintage they are something worth./ For thus they be/ Pregnant of thee;/Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more;/..."></div> </div> </div>

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