<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37284" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love's Deity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I LONG to talk with some old lover's ghost,<br> Who died before the god of love was born.<br>I cannot think that he, who then loved most,<br> Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn.<br>But since this god produced a destiny,<br>And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be,<br> I must love her that loves not me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much,<br> Nor he in his young godhead practised it.<br>But when an even flame two hearts did touch,<br> His office was indulgently to fit<br>Actives to passives. Correspondency<br>Only his subject was; it cannot be<br> Love, till I love her, who loves me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But every modern god will now extend<br> His vast prerogative as far as Jove.<br>To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,<br> All is the purlieu of the god of love.<br>O! were we waken'd by this tyranny<br>To ungod this child again, it could not be<br> I should love her, who loves not me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rebel and atheist too, why murmur I,<br> As though I felt the worst that love could do?<br>Love might make me leave loving, or might try<br> A deeper plague, to make her love me too;<br>Which, since she loves before, I'm loth to see.<br>Falsehood is worse than hate; and that must be,<br> If she whom I love, should love me.</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=37284" data-title="Love's Deity de John Donne" data-description="I LONG to talk with some old lover's ghost,/ Who died before the god of love was born./I cannot think that he, who then loved most,/ Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn./But since this god produced a destiny,/And that vice-nature, custom, l..."></div> </div> </div>

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