<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37355" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Broken Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is stark mad, whoever says,<br> That he hath been in love an hour,<br>Yet not that love so soon decays,<br> But that it can ten in less space devour;<br>Who will believe me, if I swear<br>That I have had the plague a year?<br> Who would not laugh at me, if I should say<br> I saw a flash of powder burn a day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, what a trifle is a heart,<br> If once into love's hands it come!<br>All other griefs allow a part<br> To other griefs, and ask themselves but some;<br>They come to us, but us love draws;<br>He swallows us and never chaws;<br> By him, as by chain'd shot, whole ranks do die;<br> He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If 'twere not so, what did become<br> Of my heart when I first saw thee?<br>I brought a heart into the room,<br> But from the room I carried none with me.<br>If it had gone to thee, I know<br>Mine would have taught thine heart to show<br> More pity unto me; but Love, alas!<br> At one first blow did shiver it as glass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet nothing can to nothing fall,<br> Nor any place be empty quite;<br>Therefore I think my breast hath all<br> Those pieces still, though they be not unite;<br>And now, as broken glasses show<br>A hundred lesser faces, so<br> My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,<br> But after one such love, can love no more.</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=37355" data-title="The Broken Heart de John Donne" data-description="He is stark mad, whoever says,/ That he hath been in love an hour,/Yet not that love so soon decays,/ But that it can ten in less space devour;/Who will believe me, if I swear/That I have had the plague a year?/ Who would not laugh at me, if I sho..."></div> </div> </div>

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