Love’s Diet

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John Donne - Non-Music, UK

Love’s Diet

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To what a cumbersome unwieldiness And burdenous corpulence my love had grown, But that I did, to make it less, And keep it in proportion, Give it a diet, made it feed upon That which love worst endures, discretion Above one sigh a day I allow'd him not, Of which my fortune, and my faults had part ; And if sometimes by stealth he got A she sigh from my mistress' heart, And thought to feast upon that, I let him see 'Twas neither very sound, nor meant to me. If he wrung from me a tear, I brined it so With scorn and shame, that him it nourish'd not ; If he suck'd hers, I let him know 'Twas not a tear which he had got ; His drink was counterfeit, as was his meat ; For eyes, which roll towards all, weep not, but sweat. Whatever he would dictate I writ that, But burnt her letters when she writ to me ; And if that favour made him fat, I said, 'If any title be Convey'd by this, ah ! what doth it avail, To be the fortieth name in an entail?' Thus I reclaim'd my buzzard love, to fly At what, and when, and how, and where I choose. Now negligent of sports I lie, And now, as other falconers use, I spring a mistress, swear, write, sigh, and weep ; And the game kill'd, or lost, go talk or sleep.

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  • John Donne