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English Literature of Rennascience, John Donne's Fle vs COY mist


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To His Coy Mistress, Lines 10-12
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My vegetable love should grow/Vaster than empires and more slow

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To His Coy Mistress, Lines 10-12
My vegetable love should grow/Vaster than empires and more slow
To His Coy Mistress,18-19
For, lady, you deserve this state,/Nor would I love at lower rate./But at my back I always hear/Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
To His Coy Mistress, lines 31-32
The grave’s a fine and private place,/But none, I think, do there embrace.
The Flea, stanza 1, lines 2-4
How little that which thou deniest me is;/It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,/And in this flea our two bloods mingled be;
The Flea, stanza 2, lines 8-11
Though use make you apt to kill me,/Let not to that, self-murder added be,/And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.
The Flea stanza 3, opening lines
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since/Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence?/…
The Flea, stanza 3, closing lines
Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me,/Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee.
The Flea, Stanza 3, line 7
Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now;/’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be: