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Away thou fondling motley humorist	A
Leave mee and in this standing woodden chest	B
Consorted with these few bookes let me lye	C
In prison and here be coffin'd when I dye	C
Here are Gods conduits grave Divines and here	D
Natures Secretary the Philosopher	E
And jolly Statesmen which teach how to tie	C
The sinewes of a cities mistique bodie	F
Here gathering Chroniclers and by them stand	G
Giddie fantastique Poets of each land	G
Shall I leave all this constant company	F
And follow headlong wild uncertaine thee	F
First sweare by thy best love in earnest	H
If thou which lov'st all canst love any best	B
Thou wilt not leave mee in the middle street	I
Though some more spruce companion thou dost meet	I
Not though a Captaine do come in thy way	J
Bright parcell gilt with forty dead mens pay	J
Nor though a briske perfum'd piert Courtier	E
Deigne with a nod thy courtesie to answer	E
Nor come a velvet Justice with a long	K
Great traine of blew coats twelve or fourteen strong	K
Wilt thou grin or fawne on him or prepare	L
A speech to court his beautious sonne and heire	L
For better or worse take mee or leave mee	F
To take and leave mee is adultery	F
Oh monstrous superstitious puritan	M
Of refin'd manners yet ceremoniall man	N
That when thou meet'st one with enquiring eyes	O
Dost search and like a needy broker prize	O
The silke and gold he weares and to that rate	P
So high or low dost raise thy formall hat	Q
That wilt consort none untill thou have knowne	N
What lands hee hath in hope or of his owne	N
As though all thy companions should make thee	F
Jointures and marry thy deare company	F
Why should'st thou that dost not onely approve	R
But in ranke itchie lust desire and love	S
The nakednesse and barenesse to enjoy	T
Of thy plumpe muddy whore or prostitute boy	T
Hate vertue though shee be naked and bare	L
At birth and death our bodies naked are	L
And till our Soules be unapparrelled	Q
Of bodies they from blisse are banished	Q
Mans first blest state was naked when by sinne	F
Hee lost that yet hee'was cloath'd but in beasts skin	F
And in this course attire which I now weare	L
With God and with the Muses I conferre	L
But since thou like a contrite penitent	Q
Charitably warn'd of thy sinnes dost repent	Q
These vanities and giddinesses loe	U
I shut my chamber doore and 'Come lets goe '	V
But sooner may a cheape whore that hath beene	F
Worne by as many severall men in sinne	F
As are black feathers or musk colour hose	W
Name her childs right true father 'mongst all those	W
Sooner may one guesse who shall beare away	J
Th'Infant of London Heire to'an India	Q
And sooner may a gulling weather Spie	F
By drawing forth heavens Scheame tell certainly	F
What fashion'd hats or ruffles or suits next yeare	L
Our subtile witted antique youths will weare	L
Then thou when thou depart'st from mee canst show	U
Whither why when or with whom thou wouldst go	U
But how shall I be pardon'd my offence	W
That thus have sinn'd against my conscience	W
Now we are in the street He first of all	X
Improvidently proud creepes to the wall	X
And so imprison'd and hem'd in by mee	F
Sells for a little state his libertie	Q
Yet though he cannot skip forth now to greet	Q
Every fine silken painted foole we meet	Q
He them to him with amorous smiles allures	W
And grins smacks shrugs and such an itch endures	W
As prentises or schoole boyes which doe know	U
Of some gay sport abroad yet dare not goe	U
And as fidlers stop low'st at highest sound	Q
So to the most brave stoops hee nigh'st the ground	Q
But to a grave man he doth move no more	L
Then the wise politique horse would heretofore	L
Or thou O Elephant or Ape wilt doe	U
When any names the King of Spaine to you	Y
Now leaps he upright joggs me 'and cryes 'Do'you see	W
Yonder well favour'd youth ' 'Which ' 'Oh 'tis hee	W
That dances so divinely ' 'Oh ' said I	C
'Stand still must you dance here for company '	V
Hee droopt wee went till one which did excell	X
Th'Indians in drinking his Tobacco well	X
Met us they talk'd I whisper'd 'Let us goe	U
'T may be you smell him not truely I doe '	V
He heares not mee but on the other side	Q
A many colour'd Peacock having spide	Q
Leaves him and mee I for my lost sheep stay	Q
He followes overtakes goes on the way	Q
Saying 'Him whom I last left all repute	Q
For his device in hansoming a sute	Q
To judge of lace pinke panes print cut and plight	Q
Of all the Court to have the best conceit '	V
'Our dull Comedians want him let him goe	U
But Oh God strengthen thee why stoop'st thou so '	V
'Why he hath travail'd ' 'Long ' 'No but to me'	F
Which understand none 'he doth seeme to be	W
Perfect French and Italian ' I reply'd	Q
'So is the Poxe ' He answer'd not but spy'd	Q
More men of sort of parts and qualities	W
At last his Love he in a windowe spies	W
And like light dew exhal'd he flings from mee	W
Violently ravish'd to his lechery	L
Many were there he could command no more	L
He quarrell'd fought bled and turn'd out of dore	L
Directly came to mee hanging the head	Q
And constantly a while must keepe his bed	Q

John Donne

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