![]() Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee. Just so much honor, when thou yieldst to me, ![]() 'Tis true, then learn how false fears be Yet thou triumph'st, and sayest that thouįind'st not thyself, nor me, the weaker now. Though parents grudge, and you, we are metĪnd cloistered in these living walls of jet.Īnd sacrilege, three sins in killing three.Įxcept in that drop which it sucked from thee? Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is ![]() Where we almost, yea, more than married are. How little that which thou deny'st me is Īnd in this flea, our two bloods mingled be Ī sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead.Īnd pampered, swells with one blood made of two,Īnd this, alas, is more than we would do. His earliest poetry, such as the famous (or infamous) The Flea is a symbol of this early rebellion: Earlier in his life he was a party animal from all accounts, the type of man who loved women and who found no reason why they should not love him back. He was, I think, the type of character that true Christianity was and is meant to attract: he was a religious rebel. John Donne was a fascinating character, with a most interesting mixture of personality types. I have however read many of the poems found in this edition and therefore find it a particularly reasonable version to use to talk about the poems I read as stand alone works. Again, as a disclaimer I have not read this particular edition of John Donne's poetry. ![]()
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