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John Donne, 1573-1631)some man unworthy to be possesorof old or new love himself being false or weakthought his pain and shame would be lesserfrom womankind he might his anger wreakhey and thance a low did growone should but one man knowbut are other creatures so but are other creatures soare some of the stars by law forbiddento smile with the list or lend away their lightare birds devorced or are they chiddenif they leave their maid or lie abroad a night.beasts do no jointures loose though they new lovers choosebut we are made worse than those , but we are made worse than those.who e
`er rigged fair ship to lie in harboursand not to seek new lands, or not to deal withalor built fair houses, set trees, and arbours,only to lock up, or else to let them fall ?good is not good, unlessa thousand it possess,but doth waste with greediness.but doth waste with greediness.
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