A Feaver
John Donne
1572 to 1631
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Or if, when thou, the worlds soule, go'st,
Shall burne this world, had none the wit
That this her feaver might be it?
Nor long beare this torturing wrong,
These burning fits but meteors bee,
When I remember, thou wast one.
Whose matter in thee is soone spent.
It stay, 'tis but thy carkasse then,
That thee I shall not celebrate,
To fuell such a feaver long.
O wrangling schooles, that search what fire
But corrupt wormes, the worthyest men.
Yet 'twas of my minde, seising thee,
Are unchangeable firmament.
But when thou from this world wilt goe,
To leave this world behinde, is death,
But yet thou canst not die, I know;
The fairest woman, but thy ghost,
The whole world vapors with thy breath.
For much corruption needfull is
Oh doe not die, for I shall hate
And yet she cannot wast by this,
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
Though it in thee cannot perséver;
Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,
All women so, when thou art gone,
For I had rather owner bee
Of thee one houre, then all else ever.