The Message

by John Donne

　　Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee;

　　Yet since there they have learn'd such ill,

　　 Such forced fashions,

　　 And false passions,

　　 That they be

　　 Made by thee

　　Fit for no good sight, keep them still.

　　Send home my harmless heart again,

　　Which no unworthy thought could stain;

　　Which if it be taught by thine

　　 To make jestings

　　 Of protestings,

　　 And break both

　　 Word and oath,

　　Keep it, for then 'tis none of mine.

　　Yet send me back my heart and eyes,

　　That I may know, and see thy lies,

　　And may laugh and joy, when thou

　　 Art in anguish

　　 And dost languish

　　 For some one

　　 That will none,

　　Or prove as false as thou art now.