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John Donne (1572–1631). The Poems of John Donne. 1896.

Appendix A. Doubtful Poems

If She Deride

GREAT and good if she deride me,

Let me walk, I’ll not despair;

Ere to-morrow I’ll provide me

One as great, less proud, more fair.

They that seek love to constrain

Have their labour for their pain.

They that strongly can importune,

And will never yield nor tire,

Gain the pay in spite of Fortune;

But such gain I’ll not desire.

Where the prize is shame or sin,

Winners lose, and losers win.

Look upon the faithful lover;

Grief stands painted in his face;

Groans and sighs and tears discover

That they are his only grace.

He must weep as children do,

That will in the fashion woo.

I, who fly these idle fancies

Which my dearest rest betray,

Warn’d by other’s harmful chances,

Use my freedom as I may.

When all the world says what it can,

’Tis but—O! unconstant man!