John Donne

(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)

A Jet Ring Sent - Poem by John Donne

Thou art not so black as my heart,
Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ;
What would'st thou say ? shall both our properties by thee be spoke,
—Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke?

Marriage rings are not of this stuff ;
Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough
Figure our loves ? except in thy name thou have bid it say,
'—I'm cheap, and nought but fashion ; fling me away.'

Yet stay with me since thou art come,
Circle this finger's top, which didst her thumb ;
Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me ;
She that, O ! broke her faith, would soon break thee.


Comments about A Jet Ring Sent by John Donne

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (6/22/2014 1:42:00 PM)

    Marriages are meant to be forever, nice poem here (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 21,224 Points * Sunprincess * (11/19/2013 10:54:00 PM)

    love thrown away... as easily as throwing away the ring... nicely written... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 22, 2012


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