A Jet Ring Sent
John Donne
1572 to 1631
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Thou art not so black as my heart,
Nor so brittle as her heart, thou art;
What would'st say? shall both our properties by thee be spoke,
—Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke?
Marriage rings are not this stuff;
Oh, why should ought less precious, or tough
Figure our loves? except in thy name thou bid it say,
—I'm cheap, and nought but fashion; me away.
Yet stay with me since thou art come,
Circle this finger's top, which didst her thumb;
Be proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me,
She that, O! broke her faith, would soon break thee.