Like Esop's fellow-slaves, O Mercury,
Which could do all things, thy faith is ; and I
Like Esop's self, which nothing. I confess
I should have had more faith, if thou hadst less.
Thy credit lost thy credit. 'Tis sin to do,
In this case, as thou wouldst be done unto,
To believe all. Change thy name ; thou art like
Mercury in stealing, but liest like a Greek.

(C) John Donne
03/19/2017


Best Poems of John Donne

• A Burnt Ship
• Satire I
• The Computation
• Elegy Vii
• For Whom The Bell Tolls
• Satire Iv
• To Mr.i.l.
• The Dream
• To Mr.t.w.
• To Mr. I. P.
• Antiquary
• Satire Iii
• Elegy Vi
• Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present
• The Broken Heart
• The Relic
• The Will
• Satire Ii