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John Donne
John Donne was a leading figure of the metaphysical poets, renowned for his intellectual and passionate verse that explored complex themes of love, death, religion, and the human condition. His poetry is characterized by its ingenious conceits, sharp wit, and a profound exploration of spiritual and physical experiences. Donne's career spanned roles as a poet, lawyer, and Anglican priest, culminating in his appointment as Dean of St. Paul's Cathedral. His works, including "Songs and Sonnets" and "Holy Sonnets," continue to be celebrated for their originality, emotional depth, and theological insight.
1572-01-22 Londres, Reino Unido
1631-03-31 Londres, Reino Unido
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Self-Love
Self-Love
He that cannot choose but love,
And strives against it still,
Never shall my fancy move,
For he loves 'gainst his will;
Nor he which is all his own,
And can at pleasure choose,
When I am caught he can be gone,
And when he list refuse.
Nor he that loves none but fair,
For such by all are sought;
Nor he that can for foul ones care,
For his judgement then is nought;
Nor he that hath wit, for he
Will make me his jest or slave;
Nor a fool, for when others...,
He can neither....;
Nor he that still his Mistress pays,
For she is thralled therefore;
Nor he that pays not, for he says
Within She's worth no more.
Is there then no kind of men
Whom I may freely prove?
I will vent that humour then
In mine own self-love.
He that cannot choose but love,
And strives against it still,
Never shall my fancy move,
For he loves 'gainst his will;
Nor he which is all his own,
And can at pleasure choose,
When I am caught he can be gone,
And when he list refuse.
Nor he that loves none but fair,
For such by all are sought;
Nor he that can for foul ones care,
For his judgement then is nought;
Nor he that hath wit, for he
Will make me his jest or slave;
Nor a fool, for when others...,
He can neither....;
Nor he that still his Mistress pays,
For she is thralled therefore;
Nor he that pays not, for he says
Within She's worth no more.
Is there then no kind of men
Whom I may freely prove?
I will vent that humour then
In mine own self-love.
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