<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37285" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love's Exchange</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LOVE, any devil else but you<br>Would for a given soul give something too.<br>At court your fellows every day<br>Give th' art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play,<br>For them which were their own before;<br>Only I have nothing, which gave more,<br>But am, alas ! by being lowly, lower.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ask no dispensation now,<br>To falsify a tear, or sigh, or vow;<br>I do not sue from thee to draw<br>A non obstante on nature's law;<br>These are prerogatives, they inhere<br>In thee and thine; none should forswear<br>Except that he Love's minion were.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give me thy weakness, make me blind,<br>Both ways, as thou and thine, in eyes and mind;<br>Love, let me never know that this<br>Is love, or, that love childish is;<br>Let me not know that others know<br>That she knows my paines, lest that so<br>A tender shame make me mine own new woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou give nothing, yet thou 'rt just,<br>Because I would not thy first motions trust;<br>Small towns which stand stiff, till great shot<br>Enforce them, by war's law condition not;<br>Such in Love's warfare is my case;<br>I may not article for grace,<br>Having put Love at last to show this face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This face, by which he could command<br>And change th' idolatry of any land,<br>This face, which, wheresoe'er it comes,<br>Can call vow'd men from cloisters, dead from tombs,<br>And melt both poles at once, and store<br>Deserts with cities, and make more<br>Mines in the earth, than quarries were before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For this Love is enraged with me,<br>Yet kills not; if I must example be<br>To future rebels, if th' unborn<br>Must learn by my being cut up and torn,<br>Kill, and dissect me, Love; for this<br>Torture against thine own end is;<br>Rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies.</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=37285" data-title="Love's Exchange de John Donne" data-description="LOVE, any devil else but you/Would for a given soul give something too./At court your fellows every day/Give th' art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play,/For them which were their own before;/Only I have nothing, which gave more,/But am, alas ! by b..."></div> </div> </div>

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