<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37350" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song: Sweetest love, I do not go</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SWEETEST love, I do not go,<br> For weariness of thee,<br>Nor in hope the world can show<br> A fitter love for me;<br> But since that I<br>At the last must part, 'tis best,<br>Thus to use myself in jest<br> By feigned deaths to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yesternight the sun went hence,<br> And yet is here to-day;<br>He hath no desire nor sense,<br> Nor half so short a way;<br> Then fear not me,<br>But believe that I shall make<br>Speedier journeys, since I take<br> More wings and spurs than he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O how feeble is man's power,<br> That if good fortune fall,<br>Cannot add another hour,<br> Nor a lost hour recall;<br> But come bad chance,<br>And we join to it our strength,<br>And we teach it art and length,<br> Itself o'er us to advance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,<br> But sigh'st my soul away;<br>When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,<br> My life's blood doth decay.<br> It cannot be<br>That thou lovest me as thou say'st,<br>If in thine my life thou waste,<br> That art the best of me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let not thy divining heart<br> Forethink me any ill;<br>Destiny may take thy part,<br> And may thy fears fulfil.<br> But think that we<br>Are but turn'd aside to sleep.<br>They who one another keep<br> Alive, ne'er parted be.</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=37350" data-title="Song: Sweetest love, I do not go de John Donne" data-description="SWEETEST love, I do not go,/ For weariness of thee,/Nor in hope the world can show/ A fitter love for me;/ But since that I/At the last must part, 'tis best,/Thus to use myself in jest/ By feigned deaths to die./Yesternight the sun went hence,/ An..."></div> </div> </div>

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