Page:The Poems of John Donne - 1896 - Volume 1.djvu/159

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
ELEGIES.
103
Nor at his board together being sat,
20With words, nor touch, scarce looks, adulterare.
Nor when he, swollen and pamper’d with great fare,
Sits down and snorts, caged in his basket chair,
Must we usurp his own bed any more,
Nor kiss and play in his house, as before.
Now I see many dangers; for it is
His realm, his castle, and his diocese.
But if—as envious men, which would revile
Their prince, or coin his gold, themselves exile
Into another country, and do it there—
30We play in another house, what should we fear?
There we will scorn his household policies,
His silly plots, and pensionary spies,
As the inhabitants of Thames’ right side
Do London‘s mayor, or Germans the Pope’s pride.


ELEGY II.

THE ANAGRAM.

Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she
Hath all things, whereby others beauteons be;
For, though her eves be small, her mouth is great;
Though they be Ivory, yet her teeth be jet;

l. 21. 1669, high fare

l. 25. 1669, Now do I see my danger

l. 30. 169, another’s, Addl. MS. 23.707, other

l. 4. 1669, theirs be ivory