This HTML e-text of John Donne's "Epigrams" was created in November 2000 by Anniina Jokinen of Luminarium. The unaltered text is from The Muses' Library edition, edited by E. K. Chambers, 1896. Chambers' text is based on the 1633, 1635, 1650 and 1669 editions of Donne's Poems the current editor has omitted the variorum and notes, for which the reader is encouraged to see the source text, or any of the excellent modern works on the subject.
Donne, John. "Epigrams." Poems of John Donne. Vol II.
E. K. Chambers, Editor. London: Lawrence & Bullen, 1896. 210-.
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown'd.
Slain, cruel friends, by parting have join'd here.
So dry, that I am now mine own sad tomb.
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came
Near the foes' ships, did by their shot decay ;
So all were lost, which in the ship were found,
They in the sea being burnt, they in the burnt ship
A too-bold captain perish'd by the fall,
Whose brave misfortune happiest men envied,
That had a town for tomb, his bones to hide.
To stand, or move ; if he say true, he lies.
'Tis strange that she should thus confess it, though 't
For, as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall.
To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
Gave to the poor ; thou hast good title still.
Only in this, that you both painted be.
To be understood ; when will he be believed?
In bawdy house, that he dares not go home.
Except himself alone his tricks would use,
As Katherine, for the court's sake, put down stews.
Which could do all things, thy faith is ; and I
Like Esop's self, which nothing. I confess
I should have had more faith, if thou hadst less.
Thy credit lost thy credit. 'Tis sin to do,
In this case, as thou wouldst be done unto,
To believe all. Change thy name ; thou art like
Mercury in stealing, but liest like a Greek.
Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed.