AP Lit and Composition

THE INDIFFERENT
by John Donne
I can love both fair and brown ;
Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays ;
Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays ;
Her whom the country form'd, and whom the town ;
5 Her who believes, and her who tries ;
Her who still weeps with spongy eyes,
And her who is dry cork, and never cries.
I can love her, and her, and you, and you ;
I can love any, so she be not true.
! "ill no other vice content you #
"ill it not serve your turn to do as did your mothers #
$r have you all old vices spent, and now would find out others #
$r doth a fear that men are true torment you #
$ we are not, be not you so ;
5 %et me&and do you&twenty know ;
'ob me, but bind me not, and let me go.
(ust I, who came to travel thorough you,
)row your fi*'d sub+ect, because you are true #
,enus heard me sigh this song;
-! And by love's sweetest part, variety, she swore,
.he heard not this till now ; and that it should be so no more.
.he went, e*amined, and return'd ere long,
And said, /Alas 0 some two or three
1oor heretics in love there be,
-5 "hich think to stablish dangerous constancy.
2ut I have told them, '.ince you will be true,
3ou shall be true to them who're false to you.' /
.ource4
5onne, 6ohn. 1oems of 6ohn 5onne. vol I.
7. 8. 9hambers, ed.
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