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ԴWjl(f)rg2009-12-15
The FleaJohn Donne
Mark but this flea, and mark inthis,
How little that which thou[1] deniest me is;
Me it suckedfirst, and now sucks thee[2],
And in this flea our two bloods mingledbe[3];
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, or shame, orloss of maidenhead,
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamperedswells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we woulddo.
Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare[4],
Where we almost,nay more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Ourmarriage bed and marriage temple is;
Though parents grudge[5], and you,we are met,
And cloisered in these living walls of jet.
Thoughuse[6] make you apt to kill me
Let not to that, self-murder addedbe,
And sacrilege[7], three sins in killing three.
Cruel andsudden, hast[8] thou since
Purpled thy nail[9] in blood ofinnocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that dropwhich it sucked from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st thatthou
Find'st not thy self nor me the weaker now;
'Tis true; thenlearn how false fears be:
Just so much honor, when thou yield'st tome,
Will waste, as this flea's death look life fromthee.
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