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John Donne Selected Poems-8
tie ts, and make me one of all,

    trengt

    ter brain,

    Can better do t ; except s t I

    By this should know my pain,

    As prisoners to die.

    eer s by it, bury it h me,

    For since I am

    Loves martyr, it migry,

    If into othese relics came.

    As twas y

    to afford to it all t a soul can do,

    So tis some bravery,

    t since you would have none of me, I bury some of you.

    LIttLE t thou, poor flower,

    chd six or seven days,

    And seen t every hour

    Gave to to t to raise,

    And no laugriumphis bough,

    Little t thou,

    t it  I shall

    to-morro at all.

    Little t t,

    t labourest yet to nestle thee,

    And t by o get a part

    In a forbidden or forbidding tree,

    And  iffness by long siege to bow,

    Little t thou

    t to-morroh wake,

    Must ake.

    But t to be

    Subtle to plague t say,

    Alas ! if you must go,  to me?

    ay

    You go to friends, w

    Various content

    to your eyes, ears, and taste, and every part ;

    If t need your ?

    ell tay  know,

    stayd and done t,

    A naked t, t makes no show,

    Is to a  a kind of g.

    ; or having none,

    Knohee for one?

    Practice may make  ;

    But take my word, s know a .

    Meet me in London, then,

    ty days  see

    Me fres, by being h men,

    tayd still hee.

    For Gods sake, if you can, be you so
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