<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37435" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Indifferent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I CAN love both fair and brown;<br>Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays;<br>Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays;<br>Her whom the country form'd, and whom the town;<br>Her who believes, and her who tries;<br>Her who still weeps with spongy eyes,<br>And her who is dry cork, and never cries.<br>I can love her, and her, and you, and you;<br>I can love any, so she be not true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will no other vice content you?<br>Will it not serve your turn to do as did your mothers?<br>Or have you all old vices spent, and now would find out others?<br>Or doth a fear that men are true torment you?<br>O we are not, be not you so;<br>Let me—and do you—twenty know;<br>Rob me, but bind me not, and let me go.<br>Must I, who came to travel thorough you,<br>Grow your fix'd subject, because you are true?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Venus heard me sigh this song;<br>And by love's sweetest part, variety, she swore,<br>She heard not this till now; and that it should be so no more.<br>She went, examined, and return'd ere long,<br>And said, "Alas ! some two or three<br>Poor heretics in love there be,<br>Which think to stablish dangerous constancy.<br>But I have told them, 'Since you will be true,<br>You shall be true to them who're false to you.' "</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=37435" data-title="The Indifferent de John Donne" data-description="I CAN love both fair and brown;/Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays;/Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays;/Her whom the country form'd, and whom the town;/Her who believes, and her who tries;/Her who still weeps..."></div> </div> </div>

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